Dao Quotes

In the world I am Always a stranger I do not understand its language It does not understand my silence

The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.

Those who don't know how to suffer are the worst off. There are times when the only correct thing we can do is to bear out troubles until a better day.

O, Bože, zašto si mi dao srce koje me bez prestanka vuče za daljinom i ljepotom neviđenih krajeva? Zašto si učinio da sreća moja uvijek boravi ondje gdje mene nema?

All teachings are mere references. The true experience is living your own life. Then, even the holiest of words are only words.

You're really great. I like you...Or in other words, I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can't leave you, I whatever you.

Giá mà lúc mình buồn như tận thế Có một ai bấm máy gọi cho mình Mình sẽ khóc mặc thân sơ quen lạ Quên dặt dè mà thổ lộ linh tinh Giá mà lúc lòng mình đang yếu đuối Có một ai yên lặng nắm tay mình Thì có lẽ mình sẽ mang tình đó Mà thương hoài với một dạ đinh ninh Giá mà lúc mình đau như dao cắt Có một ai chợt nói nhớ mong mình Mình sẽ tự băng vết thương rớm máu Gượng bước về nơi hẹn cũ nghe mưa Giá mà lúc mình rơi vào đáy vực Hết trông mong hy vọng hết cả rồi Có ai đó bảo mình không sao cả Mình sẽ bò theo dấu vết sông trôi Giá mà lúc mình đang yêu, người đó Gửi tin vui lên những ánh sao trời Thì có lẽ mình sẽ không lưu lạc Suốt một đời đau đáu cố nhân ơi! (Gía mà lúc)

Who you are is always right.

If you have a good idea, use it so that you will not only accomplish something, but so that you can make room for new ones to flow into you.

She would bloom where she was planted and let her roots close around the throats of her enemies.

Grappling with fate is like meeting an expert wrestler: to escape, you have to accept the fall when you are thrown. The only thing that counts is whether you get back up.

We may be floating on Tao, but there is nothing wrong with steering. If Tao is like a river, it is certainly good to know where the rocks are.

Whether we remain the ash or become the phoenix is up to us.

She was a monster, a bride of the darkness, and she rose to face her destiny as though it were the blood-red sunrise of a new day.

freedom is nothing but the distance between the hunter and the hunted

Fear is good. It means you care. And caring is its own kind of magic. One just as powerful as any dao I can weave.

Expression is never helped by suppression.

Lan Zhan,” he called. “Look at me. Quick, look at me!” Wei Wuxian was calling to him with a smile on his lips. Just as he always had, Lan Wangji looked at him. And forever after, his eyes could never move away from him again.

Those truly linked don't need correspondence. When they meet again after many years apart, Their friendship is as true as ever.

You may be capable of great things, But life consists of small things.

The beauty of this world is fading all too fast through the cruelty and thoughtlessness of men.

No matter how thoroughly Lan Wangji was praised as an unrivaled rare beauty, nothing could help the fact they he looked profoundly embittered, as if he had lost his wife.

But in weakness, you find your strength. It takes no small amount of courage to open yourself up,” the Empress said gently. “You leave pieces of yourself in the ones you love. Is that not the greatest power, to endure in that way?

If you walk the night road too often, sooner or later, you'll run into ghosts.

Wei WuXian called out, '… Lan Zhan.' Lan WangJi’s breathing wasn’t as placid as usual, feeling somewhat rushed. It was probably from carrying Wei WuXian while fending off attacks and being on the run for too long. The tone in which he replied, however, was still the single syllable, as steady as ever, 'Mnn.' After the 'mnn,' he added, 'I am here.

Markings in dry clay disappear Only when the clay is soft again. Scars upon the self disappear Only when one becomes soft within.

Who was right, who was wrong, was there more gratitude or more grievance - is that something an outsider can determine?

She knew her own worth. She would seize her destiny with all the strength and spirit within her, and bend them all to her will: every man kneeling and every woman overshadowed.

For that is the way of the world, Guma’s voice echoed. Some are given a rope to the moon, and others claw up the sky.

Opasno je kad se čovjek nađe sâm, okružen tišinom tuđeg neprisustva, više je strahova i čudnih razgovora sa sobom. Samo, kako da ti to sve kažem? I kako da objasnim sebi, tebe se to ne tiče, što nekad teško podnosim ovu usamljenost, a nekad mi je draža od svega, ne bih je dao nizašto.

Only kings are arrogant enough to believe the world is too small to hold other men.

It is too facile to say that the way to follow Tao is to simply go along with the flow of life. Sometimes, like the carp, we must know when to go it alone.

Najviše volim njenu vedrinu. Puno joj je grlo smijeha, ima ga napretek, visi joj s usana, presipa se, zvoni njime kao na uzbunu protiv zle volje. Ništa joj ne može ni kratak trenutak tuge, tanka sjenka što brzo prolazi, nema na čemu da se zaustavi, nije hrapava, nije ranjava, nema ožiljaka, ne misli šta joj je život dao, a šta oduzeo, ne razmišlja da li ima razloga za veselost: vesela je. To je dar, kao i svaki drugi, nije njena zasluga što ga ima, već što ga krije. Smijeh joj ne traži razlog izvan sebe, on u njoj vri, i brizga, prirodan kao gejzir, neodoljiv, čist, ne opominje, ne upozorava, nije opterećen ruganjem, ni željom da se čuje, ni prazninom, ima svoju boju i zvuk, i širinu i neki naročiti smisao, liči pomalo na blagotvornu mudrost pretvorenu alhemijom njene nezlobive vedrine u lakoću što oslobađa. Ali, treba zaslužiti taj smijeh, to je njen poklon onima koje voli, ne zato što ga ona ne cijeni, već što se ne skriva. Smijemo se, koristim se tim njenim darom, a on se od tog ne iscrpljuje, postaje još puniji, nalazi odjeka.

the bouquet Between me and the world you are a bay, a sail the faithful ends of a rope you are a fountain, a wind, a shrill childhood cry. Between me and the world you are a picture frame, a window a field covered in wildflowers you are a breath, a bed, a night that keeps the stars company. Between me and the world, you are a calendar, a compass a ray of light that slips through the gloom you are a biographical sketch, a book mark a preface that comes at the end. between me and the world you are a gauze curtain, a mist a lamp shining in my dreams you are a bamboo flute, a song without words a closed eyelid carved in stone. Between me and the world you are a chasm, a pool an abyss plunging down you are a balustrade, a wall a shield’s eternal pattern.

Sooner or later, we are bound to discover some things about ourselves that we don't like. But once we see they're there, we can decide what we want to do with them. Do we want to get rid of them completely, change them into other things, or use them in beneficial ways? The last two approaches are often especially Useful, since they avoid head on conflict, and therefore minimize struggle. Also, they allow those transformed characteristics to be added to the list of things we have that help us out. In a similar manner, instead of struggling to erase what are referred to as negative emotions, we can learn to use them in positive ways. We could describe the principle like this: while pounding on the piano keys may produce noise, removing them doesn't exactly further the creation of music.

Wei Wuxian seized Lan Wangji by the shoulders. “But! But from now on, I’ll remember everything you’ve said to me, everything you’ve done. I won’t forget a thing!” “…” “You’re especially wonderful. I like you,” Wei Wuxian said. “…” “Or, in other words—I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can’t leave you, I whatever you.” “…” “I want to go on Night Hunts with you for the rest of my life.

The idea that each of us can be directly spiritual is radical. Most religions are based not on teaching adherents to be directly spiritual, but in persuading them to trust in the intercession of ministers or priests. The problem with this approach is that we cannot gain access to spirituality except through the medium of a fallible human being. If we want to see Tao, we need only open our eyes and trust what we see.

Life is a series of decisions. Whether you make the correct decisions or not doesn’t matter. The important thing is to keep going forward. Years later, when you look back, perhaps you’ll find that the incorrect decisions you made… weren’t really incorrect. Similarly, the correct decisions… might not necessarily have been correct.  Why struggle with frustration? Why proceed with confusion? In all things… resolution only comes from continuing to move forward. Following this line of reasoning, if there is no such thing as ‘incorrect,’ then how can the ‘correct’ exist? Similarly, if there is no ‘correct,’ then how can the ‘incorrect’ exist?

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian cut in. “Lan Zhan! I…I have something to say to you.” “Wait until later,” Jin Guangyao said. “No, it’s urgent,” Wei Wuxian insisted. “Then you can say it as you are,” Jin Guangyao said. While that was only an offhand statement, realization dawned on Wei Wuxian. “You’re right,” he said. Then he yelled, with all the breath he could pull into his lungs, “Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-jun! I…I genuinely wanted to sleep with you earlier!

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