Jade Fire Gold Quotes

You may not be able to change the past, but with each action, you can change the future.

Children are not born with the fear of falling. It is life that conditions them to be afraid.

But even in the deepest night, the stars continue to shine.

A word of advice for a person who seeks what you do: always remember, the heart is not a weakness.

It sounds absurd, like a fairy tale to remind children of their parents' love. But Shifu always says that there is truth woven into our stories, passed down from fathers to sons, mothers to daughters. One only needs to believe that a truth does exist.

You think your life is hard? Shout it out in the streets and see if anyone cares.

Life is but a dream, and death is returning home.

We all carry the burdens and joys of our past. Only those who choose to be blind to themselves forget what once existed and what continues to exist inside.

It is all right to feel fear. There is a duality to nature, a balance. Water gives life, but it can pierce through stone and carve mountains. The wind ushers your sails, but it can destroy the boats in your harbor. Earth is the foundation for growth but when it is corrupted, life cannot find a way. Fire may kill, yet, in destruction, there is rebirth and a new beginning. You can choose to protect.

The Mosaic Garden glimmered in droplets of amber and gold, cobalt and jade, obsidian and pearl.

Here by the winding streamlet, among the sighing winds, old gray mice scurry over the roof-tiles. No one any more remembers the Prince's name who built this palace under overhanging cliffs. In darkened rooms you can see green ghost fires...from the flutes of the forest you can hear a thousand voices. The young palace ladies of long ago are in their yellow graves...then why are painted scrolls still hanging on the wall? The charioteers and their gold chariots are crumbled...then why are stone horses, carved in olden days, standing yet? Sadness sits on the grass. I sing the story, but I am heavy with sorrow...among all these paths that we may walk along into the distance, which one will ever carry us to Life Forever?

Lucien's red hair gleamed like the leaves above us as he scanned the woods for anything to fill our bellies. His woods, by blood and law. He was a son of this forest, and here... He looked crafted from it. For it. Even that gold eye. Lucien eventually stopped at a jade stream wending through a granite-flanked gully, a spot he claimed had once been rich with trout. I was in the process of constructing a rudimentary fishing pole when he waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He'd tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face as he swooped down again and threw a second trout onto the sandy bank where I'd been trying to find a substitute for fishing twine. We remained silent as the fish eventually stopped flapping, their sides catching and gleaming with all the colours so bright above us. Lucien picked them up by their tails, as if he'd done it a thousand times. He might very well have, right here in this stream. 'I'll clean them while you start the fire.

Maester,” said Lady Melisandre, her deep voice flavored with the music of the Jade Sea. “You ought take more care.” As ever, she wore red head to heel, a long loose gown of flowing silk as bright as fire, with dagged sleeves and deep slashes in the bodice that showed glimpses of a darker bloodred fabric beneath. Around her throat was a red gold choker tighter than any maester’s chain, ornamented with a single great ruby. Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep burnished copper that shone in the light of the torches. Even her eyes were red … but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream. Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts and narrow waist and a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes. Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red. “I … thank you, my lady.” “A man your age must look to where he steps,” Melisandre said courteously. “The night is dark and full of terrors.

The great forge produces mountains and waters, Containing therein the potential of creation. In the morning, greet the energy of the sun; At night, inhale the vitality of the moon. In time the elixir can be culled; With the years, the body naturally lightens. Where the original spirit comes and goes, Myriad apertures emit radiant light. Before our body existed, One energy was already there. Like jade, more lustrous as it's polished, Like gold, brighter as it's refined. Sweep clear the ocean of birth and death, Stay firm by the door of total mastery. A particle at the point of open awareness, The gentle firing is warm