Jun Quotes

Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.

Now now, Emily, it isn't nice to tell the truth.

Someone once said, 'That place is engulfed in darkness'- however that does in no way mean that there was never any light.

The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past.

I was rejected, never given any expectations. ... Then at least, I won't be a burden to others. It's alright if the only one who hurts is me...!

It's impossible to live without hurting others.

We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.

We are linked by our shadows, not by our light.

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a hot summer's day. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts. The mad Queen said, "Off with his head! Off with his head! Off with his head!" Well... that's too bad... no more heads to cut.

If light is scarce then light is scarce; we will immerse ourselves in the darkness and there discover its own particular beauty.

Although I’m weak and full of flaws, I will never stop moving forward. No matter who I am, no one other than myself will create my own existence. No matter what others may think or feel, I will still move forward as myself.

A person with gratitude will always be respected and loved.

All happy, optimistic and uplifting feelings and emotions are positive energy.

Do not get angry over other people's criticisms. Think of the reason behind them instead. Either the other party has a personal motive or you are at fault.

Keeping other people's flaws in mind is like keeping a bowl of foul-smelling food they have given you; it contaminates your heart, leaving no room for positive energy.

Respect is earned by being modest and cautious, not by puffing yourself up.

People who think so lightly of their own lives, don't have the right to protect anyone.

Thanks to these eyes...I came to understand how cruel and despicable people can be. But that also allowed me to appreciate true beauty. All you have to do is appreciate things from a different perspective Once I realized the things we take for granted are really miracles, I came to see everything in it's precious, empheral beauty. ..... I love this world.

The heart of mine is only one, it cannot be known by anybody but myself.

Let me give you a word of advice. A loyalty that holds fast will become a blade, and will some day pierce those you hold dear. Open both eyes wide. That is, if you… don’t want to end up like me.

There was a little girl, When she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad, she was horrid.

The quality that we call beauty ... must always grow from the realities of life.

Learn to understand others. Most people do not want to understand others, instead wanting others to understand them. This is egotism. We should try to think less of ourselves and more of others. Try to understand others better.

There’s no basis or anything. I just have this conviction that appeared inside of me which I have to follow.

Mas madaling mamatay kaysa mabuhay, tumataas ang halaga ng pagkain habang bumababa naman ang halaga ng buhay.

Dont try to excuse yourself by saying you're doing it for someone else's sake. - Break

People should learn that you cannot dwell in your past. One who dwells in the past hurts not only himself, but also the people around him.

When the dogs returned, the Senator gave them treats from his pocket, and Jun Do understood that in communism, you'd threaten a dog into compliance, while in capitalism, obedience is obtained through bribes.

Whether it's Vessalius, or Nightray, there's no difference! I just want to be friends with you!

Just Echo.

Of course. I loved it so much it made me want to spit on you!!

I want to know what it is, this 'sin' they say I've committed.

She's stupid, isn't she, Emily?

He used to tell me, ‘People are strange, Jun. They know nothing lasts forever, but still find time to laugh and cry and get upset, laboring over things and breaking things apart. I know it seems like none of it makes sense. But son, these things make life worth living. So don’t let anything get you down.

Having destroyed countless sects, nobody would listen to his explanation, especially when Jin GuangYao would be there fanning the flames. Lan WangJi, though, was different from him. He wouldn’t even have to explain, and people would explain for him, such as how HanGuang-Jun had been deceived by the YiLing Patriarch. Wei WuXian, 'HanGuang-Jun, you don’t have to follow me!' Lan WangJi looked straight in front of him, saying nothing in reply.

Even if I'm to be tortured, to be mistreated, to be humiliated, Echo doesn't have a right to fight against it.

[…] we can’t make a decision between being sad for a little while and being wretched for the rest of our lives. Or rather we’ve made the decision and have trouble finding the courage to carry it through.

Things are called shit for a reason, dear.

Even if this world is nothing but a story, even if we exist only to entertain someone far beyond our reach, I don't think this world is ridiculous!

The sight of a certain depressed-to-the-max head of seaweed has made me quite ill.

If all the people break, and all the world breaks, and everyone and everything goes mad, then I can be normal, just like everyone else, right?

People are strange, Jun. They know nothing lasts forever, but still find time to laugh and cry and get upset, laboring over things and breaking things apart.

Wei WuXian shouted with all he could "Lan Zhan! Lan WangJi! HanGuangJun! Back then, I-I really wanted to sleep with you!

Echo is a servant of the Nightray house.

For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face —a full body was unnecessary.

I hope he draws for you.

Un giorno Dio disegnò la bocca di Jun Rail. É lì che gli venne quell'idea stramba del peccato." Così la raccontava Ticktel, che sapeva di teologia, perché aveva fatto il cuoco in un seminario ...

I tried many, many times to run away while my little brother was asleep. But at those moments, I always ended up thinking this-- My brother has only me in this world. Vince wants only me and needs only me. However... when he is gone, will there really be anyone else who needs me? When I thought about that, it scared me. It truly scared me. Cowardly, I could do nothing but hold my brother's tiny body while hiding my ugly emotions.

I decided that I wanted to say to Sin-Jun, I like your skirt. But sometimes speaking is so hard! It's like standing still, then sprinting. I kept rehearsing the sentence in my head, examining it for flaws.

Even if we forget the faces of our friends, we will never forget the bonds that were carved into our souls.

This is what leading people means, Jun Bei. It's not always about marching them to victory. Sometimes it's about standing with them when they fall.

The quality that we call beauty, however, must always grow from the realities of life, and our ancestors, forced to live in dark rooms, presently came to discover beauty in shadows, ultimately to guide shadows towards beauty’s ends.

There are those who say that when civilization progresses a bit further transportation facilities will move into the skies and under the ground, and that our streets will again be quiet, but I know perfectly well that when that day comes some new device for torturing the old will be invented.

Saan ba ako pwedeng magpasya? Ang kaluluwa ko, kargo ng pari. Marka ko sa eskwelahan, nakasalalay sa dulo ng pulang ballpen ng titser ko. Yung gusto kong kurso, nakatali sa dulo ng bulsa ng tatay ko. Yung kalayaan ko, kahit bahagya ko palang nagagamit ay pinutol na nila. Sila na rin ang nagbigay ng bagong kahulugan nun, kahit hindi kami kinonsulta.

Anger could be seen on Lan Xichens face, "If it were not related to you, could he have don't those to himself without a reason?!" ZeWu-Jun had always been an extremely patient person, but now that Lan Wangji was involved, he was truly angered.

It’s odd, but even when I am in pain I have a sexual urge. Perhaps especially when I am in pain I have a sexual urge. Or should I say that I am more attracted, more fascinated by women who cause me pain?

Accept everything, even if it's pain, even if it's sadness, because there's nothing absolute in this world. If everything were to disappear, at least I was thinking it didn't matter anyway. Even if in the future, everyone left me, it would be alright. I would never get hurt.

Forgive me...Elliot. Perhaps I could have saved you...but I don't want to deny the story in which you existed. ...I...will not allow the past to be altered...! -Leo

Our cooking depends upon shadows and is inseparable from darkness

In the mansion called literature I would have the eaves deep and the walls dark, I would push back into the shadows the things that come forward too clearly, I would strip away the useless decoration. I do not ask that this be done everywhere, but perhaps we may be allowed at least one mansion where we can turn off the electric lights and see what it is like without them.

If I've changed, I've changed." "Have you really changed, or are you only making a show?" "Making a show?" "Yes." "...I don't really know.

But does a decent man make promises just to please a woman? Isn't it more honest to refuse to?" "I don't like that sort of honesty. It's not honesty, it's lack of steadiness.

In making for ourselves a place to live, we first spread a parasol to throw a shadow on the earth, and in the pale light of the shadow we put together a house.

The world is beautiful. Even if you’re full of tears and sadness, open your eyes. Do what you want to do. Be what you want to be. Find friends. Don’t be in a hurry to grow up. Take your time.

I don't really like people who go around brandishing the banner of justice. No matter the reason, where humans are involved there is no black or white, no justice or evil. There is only our will.

A comedy that has been divide in two can never be Restored

There are those who hold that to quibble over matters of taste in the basic necessities of life is an extravagance

Your sin is your very existence.

If everything becomes weird, then I'm normal, right ?" ~Vincent Nightray

I'll do as I please, use methods I choose, and, no matter what you people want, I will save you without fail!

Speaking of which, I also met a teenager that could command silver butterflies around on Mount Yu Jun. Does anyone know who that was?” The lively, bustling chaotic spirit communication array suddenly fell silent the moment those words were out. This kind of reaction, Xie Lian had seen it coming and so he just waited patiently. After a while, Ling Wen finally asked, “Your Highness Crown Prince, what did you just say?” Mu Qing coldly answered for him, “He just said, he met Hua Cheng.” Finally obtaining the name of that red-clothed young man, Xie Lian was ineffably in a good mood. He smiled and said, “So his name is Hua Cheng? Hm, this name suits him quite well.

They'd come back with stories of machines that handed out money and people who picked up dog shit and put it in bags. Jun Do never looked. He knew the televisions were huge and there was all the rice you could eat. Yet he wanted no part of it - he was scared that if he saw it with his own eyes, his entire life would mean nothing. Stealing turnips from an old man who'd gone blind from hunger? That would have been for nothing. Sending another boy instead of himself to clean vats at the paint factory? For nothing.

In China we can criticize Darwin, but not the government; in America, you can criticize the government, but not Darwin!

The sun never knew how wonderful it was,” the architect Louis Kahn said, “until it fell on the wall of a building,

A master leaving the grounds alone with a student. I wonder what they’ll say.” Jun narrowed his eyes. “Probably that a master of his rank and standing could do much better than dicking around with female students,” Jiang replied cheerfully, looking directly at Jun’s apprentices. Kureel looked outraged.

After looking at myself in the mirror, I looked at Satsuko. I could not believe that we were creatures of the same species. The uglier the face in the mirror, the more extraordinarily beautiful Satsuko seemed. If that ugly face were only uglier, I thought regretfully, Satsuko would look even more beautiful.

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!

Forgiveness brings about miracles. Forgiveness helps us understand others like a lamp that illuminates our hearts, enabling us to let go of resentment, vengeance and jealousy.

It doesn't matter where we are from, what language we speak or how we look, it matters that we are all human beings.

So benumbed are we nowadays by electric lights that we have become utterly insensitive to the evils of excessive illumination

If indeed "elegance is frigid," it can as well be described as filthy. There is no denying, at any rate, that among the elements of the elegance in which we take such delight is a measure of the unclean, the unsanitary.

As Xie Lian stood over Jun Wu, who lay sprawled on the ground, he noticed a trace of relief on his face. Like a heavy burden had finally been lifted. He couldn’t help but wonder—deep down, perhaps Jun Wu had wished for someone to defeat him. For someone to put these relentless eons of brokenness and madness to an end.

All those small glimmers...connecting, collecting...have turned into an undeniable possibility...casting a light that cuts through the darkness of despair—! So I...made up my mind. I'll never stop reaching for that light!!!

Inside the tin of sweets are four jewels, like candy drops. Look at them closely...and stories spill out.

Now that I think about it, this might all have been inevitable. The reason we all ended up here, the reason I couldn't leave her alone...it all had to be a ridiculous fairy tale.

Nu spune niciodată cuiva să plece din viaţa ta. Ar putea într-adevăr să dispară!

- Soo-Young, ce e fericirea? - O adiere plăcută de vânt. - Dar iubirea? - O adiere plăcută de vânt, într-o zi de primăvară.

Orice maimuță, își va găsi cândva maestrul.

O maimuță va rămâne întotdeauna o maimuță, chiar dacă încearcă să fie o lebădă.

The first thing you need to know about magic is that everything you've been told about it is a lie.

You are being very demanding indeed. Where, I wonder, will we find the woman to satisfy you You really should have stayed single--all woman-worshippers should be single. They never find the woman who answers all the requirements.

When I saw the illustration a new idea came to me. Might it not be possible to have Satsuko’s face and figure carved on my tombstone in the manner of such a Bodhisattva, to use her as the secret model for a Kannon or Seishi? After all, I have no religious beliefs, any sort of faith will do for me; my only conceivable divinity is Satsuko. Nothing could be better than to lie buried under her image.

Stop saying that. If you are weak, then what am I? I can't hold onto anything, because I don't even see myself. This is the punishment for evading everything. Afraid to be rejected. A coward who is overly sensitive to the sorrounding reactions. I don't even notice if no one points it out. "You must be very sad". Compared to anyone, compared to anything else, I don't understand myself the most.

Retreating from the world will not liberate you. Happiness is not found in a secluded forest hut or an isolated cave. Enlightenment comes when you connect to the world. Only when you truly connect with everyone and everything else do you become enlightened. Only by going deeply and fully into the world do you attain liberation.

We do not dislike everything that shines, but we do prefer a pensive lustre to a shallow brilliance, a murky light that, whether in a stone or an artifact, bespeaks a sheen of antiquity. . . . we do love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colours and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them".

After all, everyone wanted warmth. Especially a stray dog that had frozen in the bitter cold so many times that the mere sight of salted roads made him tremble in the anticipation of snow, of the coming of winter. Taxian-jun looked imposing, but only he himself knew the truth. That he was nothing but a laughable stray. A stray that had always been looking for a place that he could curl up at, a place to call 'home', but he spent fifteen years looking and he still couldn't find it. And so, his love and hate become laughably simple - If someone gave him a beating, he would hate that person. If someone gave him a bowl of soup, he would love that person. He was only so simple, after all.

Perhaps I am already tired of life—I feel as if it makes no difference when I die. The other day at the Toranomon Hospital when they told me it might be cancer, my wife and Miss Sasaki seemed to turn pale, but I was quite calm. It was surprising that I could be calm even at such a moment. I almost felt relieved, to think that my long, long life was finally coming to an end.

When she treads on my grave and feels as if she’s trampling on that doting old man’s bones, my spirit will still be alive, feeling the whole weight of her body, feeling pain, feeling the fine-grained velvety smoothness of the soles of her feet. Even after I’m dead I’ll be aware of that. I can’t believe I won’t. In the same way, Satsuko will be aware of the presence of my spirit, joyfully enduring her weight. Perhaps she may even hear my charred bones rattling together, chuckling, moaning, creaking. And that would by no means occur only when she was actually stepping on my grave. At the very thought of those Buddha’s Footprints modeled after her own feet she would hear my bones wailing under the stone. Between sobs I would scream: “It hurts! It hurts! … Even though it hurts, I’m happy—I’ve never been more happy, I’m much, much happier than when I was alive! … Trample harder! Harder!

1. What do you want? This is a deceptively simple question. It can be much more difficult than we realize to give ourselves permission to know and listen to ourselves, to align ourselves with our desires. How often when we answer this question do we say what we want for someone else? I reminded Ling and Jun that they needed to answer this question for themselves. To say I want Jun to stop drinking or I want Ling to stop nagging was to avoid the question. 2. Who wants it? This is our charge and our struggle: to understand our own expectations for ourselves versus trying to live up to others’ expectations of us. My father became a tailor because his father wouldn’t allow him to become a doctor. My father was good at his profession, he was commended and awarded for it—but he was never the one who wanted it, and he always regretted his unlived dream. It’s our responsibility to act in service of our authentic selves. Sometimes this means giving up the need to please others, giving up our need for others’ approval. 3. What are you going to do about it? I believe in the power of positive thinking—but change and freedom also require positive action. Anything we practice, we become better at. If we practice anger, we’ll have more anger. If we practice fear, we’ll have more fear. In many cases, we actually work very hard to ensure that we go nowhere. Change is about noticing what’s no longer working and stepping out of the familiar, imprisoning patterns. 4. When? In Gone with the Wind, my mother’s favorite book, Scarlett O’Hara, when confronted with a difficulty, says, “I’ll think about it tomorrow. … After all, tomorrow is another day.” If we are to evolve instead of revolve, it’s time to take action now.

Every time I am shown to an old, dimly lit, and, I would add, impeccably clean toilet in a Nara or Kyoto temple, I am impressed with the singular virtues of Japanese architecture. The parlor may have its charms, but the Japanese toilet truly is a place of spiritual repose. It always stands apart from the main building, at the end of a corridor, in a grove fragrant with leaves and moss. No words can describe that sensation as one sits in the dim light, basking in the faint glow reflected from the shoji, lost in meditation or gazing out at the garden. The novelist Natsume Soseki counted his morning trips to the toilet a great pleasure, ‘a physiological delight’ he called it. And surely there could be no better place to savor this pleasure than a Japanese toilet where, surrounded by tranquil walls and finely grained wood, one looks out upon blue skies and green leaves.