Crane Among Wolves Quotes

If by any chance we do not meet again in this lifetime, then I will find you in the next—or as many lifetimes as it takes to see you again.

We mortals exist for but a season, and yet we love as though we are bound by eternity.

So long as you live, we’ll have the rest of our lives to find each other again. And I will find you again. I promise.

You would brave a life with me?" "I would brave this life," I murmured against him, "and a thousand more.

Tomorrow, the kingdom could sink into the sea. Tomorrow, all the elders we trusted could betray us. Tomorrow, the fog might consume everything we loved. But I had him today. And he had me.

We were sisters. Two girls who shared pieces of each other, tied together by an unspoken bond, a warm feeling of attachment, that no amount of bickering could easily sever. We were sisters. Comrades born from the same womb.

You will not always be the wisest, nor the strongest, nor the bravest. That is why we need friends. They will guide you down the right path, no matter how dark it grows.

To believe that life is far greater than this one wretched moment.

There are too many sorrows in life to feel each too deeply.

The ones I loved most dragged me through the darkest of hours. Yet in the next life, I would still love them again.

I am just here until I am not. I do not think of one, five, or ten years in the future.

Tell me to leave,” he urged me desperately. I knew I ought to bid him farewell, yet my hands would not release his sleeve. “And if I do not?” After a long, tense moment, he leaned in, pressing his forehead gently against the curve of my shoulder. “Then I will be yours,” he confessed, his voice a soft caress, “and I shall be your ruin.

I am tired of being the elder sister, were the words within. When I expressed my objection for the first time today, Father gave me such a look of disappointment that I felt my entire world tremble. Why does he only see my disobedience, and not my desperate love for him? To live near home, to be close enough to care for my parents in their old age—I wish I could cry, I wish I could fall apart as little sister often does, and still be loved and understood. But I cannot. My parents do not love me when I am weak, when I fail them, when I err. Who am I, if I am not the perfect daughter?

He fell quiet. The urge to shield his vulnerabilities was strong, but in the gentle glow of firelight, he found a rare sense of security. Or perhaps it was her presence.

We were sisters. Two girls who shared pieces of each other, tied together by an unspoken bond, a warm feeling of attachment, that no amount of bickering could easily sever. We were sisters. Comrades born from the same womb.

Because rape is about power; it is never about desire or love,” he answered quietly. “His Majesty is a power-hungry beast with a voracious hunger for more, and what better way to display that he reigns supreme than by taking what is precious to his own people? “But the more women he devours,” he continued, “the more starved he becomes. A thousand will not satiate him. And one day, should his dream come true, and he gains ten thousand … I fear he will only be hungrier than ever.

I don’t know what I was thinking. Tell me to leave,” he urged me desperately. I knew I ought to bid him farewell, yet my hands would not release his sleeve. “And if I do not?” After a long, tense moment, he leaned in, pressing his forehead gently against the curve of my shoulder. “Then I will be yours,” he confessed, his voice a soft caress, “and I shall be your ruin.

Our kingdom is surrounded by the sea, yet I have never seen it…,” he confessed, grappling with every word. “I should like to stand before the very expanse that literati scholars have captured in their writings. To witness this vast eternity.” There was a beat of silence, and then he murmured under his breath, “To believe that life is far greater than this one wretched moment.

For a long while, I remained still, taking in the weight of her existence. A weight that grounded my spirit. My sister, my sister, my sister. The words that had once felt as forgettably light as air now squeezed my heart tight. We were sisters. Two girls who shared pieces of each other, tied together by an unspoken bond, a warm feeling of attachment, that no amount of bickering could easily sever. We were sisters. Comrades born from the same womb. I glanced at Suyeon for the hundredth time, to convince myself that she was truly by my side. And when realization finally settled, memories unfurled of the long journey I had taken to reach her, of the kind strangers who had become my dearest friends along the way. Prince Daehyun. Yul. Wonsik…

What need has the king for a thousand courtesans? I cannot possibly imgaine wanting a thousand husbands." "Because rape - "He flicked an uneasy glance my way, as though afraid to offend my womanly sensiblities. But I did not shy away from the word. How could I when it was the reality my sister lived with? " Because rape is about power; it is never about desire or love," he answered quietly. "His majesty is a powerhungry beast with a voracious hunger for more, and what better way to display that he reigns supreme than by taking what is precious to his own people?

Do not be stupid. No one will save us, she’d rebuked me, especially not the king.

Hopefully in the next lifetime, we will meet again,” he said, glancing down at me. “And in kinder circumstances.” I gazed up and offered him a small smile. “I hope so, too.

Marriage is not a matter of love, Mother and Father would often emphasize. Love cannot shield you, my daughters, but a powerful family can. Always seek to align yourself to those with influence.

This is our fate, came Older Sister’s despondent words. We must be silent even when we are in pain.

And when you find such a friend,” Wonsik continued, lowering the brim of his straw hat, “you fight for them, and they will fight for you. But alone, you will not survive in the capital. Either defeat or death will crush you, and you will never bring your sister home.

He would cry over everything, moved and wounded by all things. Then he stopped one day, two years ago. He stopped one emotion - overwhelming grief. But, you see, when you numb one feeling, you numb them all. He no Longer feels things deeply; shame, anger, happiness, joy, gratitude-

I stared at the blazing fire as my throat ached. Tyranny billowed in the plume of black smoke, rising and rising, choking the heavens. Suyeon had stood by me when we had witnessed the first book burning, and she had watched in terror. She loved reading more than I.

You look like a vengeful ghost," he murmured, adjusting the seat. "And you are the sort I would furiously haunt for all eternity," Iseul retorted.

Who am I, if I am not the perfect daughter?

Do not expect me to share what I know if you have no intention of even trying to find it for yourself. Such people, I have observed, have no genuine interest in the truth.

We will all die in the end but, most of us simply do not know when. - Iseul