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Only, in this world, simply doing your best isn't good enough.
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (Novel) Vol. 3)
One of the five elemental masters, the younger brother of the Water Master Wudu, the Wind Master Shi Qingxuan.” Shi Qingxuan shook his head ans sighed. “Why the hell didn't you say ‘my best friend’?” Ming Yi glanced at him. “Who's that?
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù
Ming-xiong, maybe you shouldn't be my best friend for the time being. Wait until I've killed that thing first!” Ming Yi, however, replied without a trace of restraint: “Who's your best friend? I've never been.” “...” Shi Qingxuan took a moment to process, then his expression turned to outrage. “Ming-xiong, that's too much! Don't turn your back on people so quickly when things get tough!
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (Novel) Vol. 4)
One of the five elemental masters, the younger brother of the Water Master Wudu, the Wind Master Shi Qingxuan.” Shi Qingxuan shook his head and sighed. “Why the hell didn't you say ‘my best friend’?” Ming Yi glanced at him. “Who's that?
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (Novel) Vol. 4)
Xie Lian raised his head to look at it. “Is this the one you told me about? The best divine statue you ever sculpted?” he asked softly. Hua Cheng gazed up at it as well. It was a long while before his eyes fell back on the man beside him. “…Yes.
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (Novel) Vol. 7)
Hua Cheng stopped walking. “Your Highness,” he said, his voice gentle, “you’ve already given me a present today.” Xie Lian blinked. “What?” Please don’t say “you’re the best present” or something, Xie Lian thought. That’d only mortify him more. Hua Cheng gazed at him and smiled. “Your Highness, you said that you wanted to see me even if it hurt you. That you didn’t want to part, even when it caused you so much pain.” “…” “That made me really happy,” Hua Cheng finished, his voice low.
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (Novel) Vol. 8)
He's done his best. Only, in this world, just doing your best isn't good enough.
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (Heaven Officials Blessing Collection Set Volumes 1-3 Includes exclusive Manga Sticker Pack)
best for Yin Yu to pretend not to know him. “San Lang, should we also think of a way to get out of here?” Xie Lian said. Hua Cheng seemed to be enjoying himself where they were. “Hmm? Already?” Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Well, yes. Do you want to live in here?” “If it’s with gege, I don’t see why not,” Hua Cheng said. “All right, fine. I was joking.
Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (Novel) Vol. 5)
IF THIS CONCLUSION had signaled the end of Arendt’s thinking on the subject, American readers of On Revolution could close the book basking in a feeling of self-satisfaction, offering a hymn of praise to their country’s exceptionalism, singing a chorus of “God Bless America” and retiring to their beds secure in the conviction that theirs was a nation unlike all others. But this was not the German-Jewish immigrant’s complex understanding of the United States, where gratitude was inevitably tempered by ambivalence and pessimism. Arendt was not one to close on so optimistic a note. The book’s last chapter, bringing the narrative up to the present, takes a sharp turn toward the ominous. It exhibits what one commentator calls a “particularly bleak and embattled tone.” It is a bucket of cold water thrown on the warm glow of the earlier exuberance. Political freedom, Arendt insisted in the book’s final pages, “means the right ‘to be a participator in government,’ or it means nothing.” The colonial townships and assemblies, building pyramidally to the constitutional conventions, were paradigms of citizen participation, but the popular elections that Americans today consider the hallmark of their democratic republic are hardly the same thing. Voting is not what Arendt meant by participation. The individual in the privacy of the voting booth is not engaged with others in the public arena, putting one’s opinions to the test against differing views and life experiences, but instead is choosing among professional politicians offering to promote and protect his or her personal interests through ready-made formulas, mindless banalities, blatant pandering, and outlandish promises cobbled together as party programs. (And heaven help the elected official who, in the manner of Edmund Burke, tries to argue against the personal interest of his or her constituents or to communicate bad news.) Leaders are selected on the basis of private, parochial concerns, not the public welfare, producing a mishmash of self-interested demands, or what Arendt called “the invasion of the public realm by society.” This was almost the opposite of genuine participation. Instead of the kind of intimate interchange of views and the deliberation that might be expected to resolve conflict, which was the practice of the townships and assemblies, isolated voters left to their own devices and with no appreciation of any larger good or of people different from themselves demand an affirmation of their particular prejudices and preconceptions. They have no opportunity, or desire, to come together with the aim of reaching mutual understanding and agreement on shared problems. Centrifugality prevails. American democracy, Arendt writes, had become a zero-sum game of “pressure groups, lobbies and other devices.” It is a system in which only power can prevail, or at best the blight of mutual backscratching to no greater end than mere political survival, lending itself to lies and demagoguery, quarrels and stalemates, cynical deal-making, not public exchange and calm deliberation.
Barry Gewen (The Inevitability of Tragedy: Henry Kissinger and His World)