Lu Novel Quotes

Until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did.

... nada está determinado, embora esteja previsto... O acaso não precisa acontecer sempre por acaso...” (Equinócio - pág.117)

He tells you to play, so you play. He tells you to curtsy, so you curtsy. He tells you what you are meant to do and what you are meant not to do, so you do and you do not. He tells you not to be angry, so you smile, you turn your eyes down, you are quiet and do exactly as he says in the hopes that this is what he wants, then one night you realise that you have given him so much of yourself that you are nothing but the curtsy and the smile and the quiet. That you are nothing.

I was very fond of strange stories when I was a child. In my village-school days, I used to buy stealthily popular novels and historical recitals. Fearing that my father and my teacher might punish me for this and rob me of these treasures, I carefully hid them in secret places where I could enjoy them unmolested. As I grew older, my love for strange stories became even stronger, and I learned of things stranger than what I had read in my childhood. When I was in my thirties, my memory was full of these stories accumulated through years of eager seeking. l have always admired such writers of the T'ang Dynasty as Tuan Ch'eng-shih [author of the Yu-yang tsa-tsu] and Niu Sheng [author of the Hsuan-kuai lu]. Who wrote short stories so excellent in portrayal of men and description of things. I often had the ambition to write a book (of stories) which might be compared with theirs. But I was too lazy to write, and as my laziness persisted, I gradually forgot most of the stories which I had learned. Now only these few stories, less than a score, have survived and have so successfully battled against my laziness that they are at last written down. Hence this Book of Monsters. I have sometimes laughingly said to myself that it is not I who have found these ghosts and monsters, but they, the monstrosities themselves, which have found me! ... Although my book is called a book or monsters, it is not confined to them: it also records the strange things of the human world and sometimes conveys a little bit of moral lesson.

Lu Beifong had read the trigrams, King Buro of Omashu gave it a shot, Neliao the Gardener took her

His only blemish was the frown he constantly wore on his face. His lips rarely held a smile. If only he knew how beautiful his smile was and how it made her heart beat.

Me? Sarcastic?" Alfred sniffed, the barest hint of a smile appearing on his lips. "It's as if you think I'm British.

The new person slung an arm over Lu Liu’s shoulder. “This humble one has something to ask.” “Please do.” “What year is it?

Orang selalu berharap kau melanjutkan hidup secepatnya setelah mengalami kehilangan. Selama beberapa bulan pertama, simpati mencurahimu. Kemudian, pelan-pelan, berkurang, dan suatu hari kau mendapati dirimu sendiri berdiri sendirian di makam, bertanya-tanya kenapa orang lain sudah beralih memedulikan sesuatu yang lain sementara kau masih tetap di sini, tanpa suara masih membawa kesedihan yang sama. Orang jadi bosan dengan dukacitamu. Mereka menginginkan topik baru untuk dibicarakan. Jadi, kau berhenti mengungkitnya karena tidak mau membuat bosan siapa pun.

As modern readers of masterpieces like The Plum in the Golden Vase and The Story of the Stone know, some degree of “unfinishedness” was to be expected, and perhaps desired, even in novels of undeniable craft and artistry by tremendously sophisticated authors. Vernacular novels were intentionally circulated not as finished products, but with room for readers, as well as editors and commentators, to contribute their own thoughts.

Zuo Qianqiu buried his name, Xiao Fangxu has stepped down because of illness, and Lu Pingyan has grown old. Twenty years from now, where will the current Four Generals be? They’re all but waves crashing on the shore, is built upon the sacrifice of tens of thousands,” Ji Gang said sorrowfully. “So what if he’s renowned for his exploits on the field? In the end, he’ll still become no more than a handful of yellow sand. Those who die in battle are loyal to the end; those who survive suffer onward.

If only all of life could be like a first meeting: What seems to be an ordinary encounter at the time turns out, years later, to be something else entirely.

Give me back my virtue!

That which arises from fate cannot be decided by the will of man.

Stop using your technique!” Li Jinglong looked down and shouted at Qiu Yongsi. “Stop playing around!” A-Tai and Mergen yelled in unison. “First you tell me to attack, and now you tell me to stop! What do you want from me?!” Qiu Yongsi cried, his temper flaring.

Yang Yuhuan looked pointedly from Li Jinglong to Hongjun before turning back to Li Jinglong again. “Jinglong,” she said with a smile, “His Majesty said we should offer you a reward. But I told him seeing your special someone happy is better than any reward for yourself. Isn’t that right?” Li Jinglong was dumbstruck. Li Longji patted him on the shoulder. “It’s about time you settled down.” He hadn’t quite puzzled out what the emperor meant by this odd remark when A-Tai burst out laughing. Hongjun, still basking in the joy of his new box of pastries, wore a look of confusion.

Do you always eat this much?” Li Jinglong asked. “I’m growing.” Confused, Hongjun asked, “What’s wrong with eating a lot? It’s not like I’m eating from your pantry.

Hongjun pulled out his missing cat flyers and held them up before the monkey. Li Jinglong nearly slipped and fell from the roof. “These drawings… Are you sure that’s a cat?!” Hongjun’s drawing consisted of three circles of varying sizes, with a squiggly, wormlike tail and pointed ears. The picture rather resembled a monster itself. The monkey cocked its head to the side. Then, with a chitter, it gestured for Hongjun to follow before taking off like a wisp of smoke. “No way!” the carp yao exclaimed. “It actually understood!

When they throw caution to the wind, humans are capable of far greater evil than yao.

Hongjun pulled a pastry from his pocket and offered it to Li Jinglong. “Here.” “I don’t eat the people’s lifeblood,” said Li Jinglong. “These are called ‘the people’s lifeblood’? They’re delicious,” said Hongjun.

There isn’t much difference between humans and yao; the only real difference is between good and evil.

Cranes may live a thousand years, and tortoises may live ten thousand, but all beings have their own fates. This is not something that can be changed.

No matter how much trouble one’s joys and sorrows might be, they are still your own. Is this not what gives life meaning?

Why did he take such pains to look out for him? Was it because he wasn’t like the other three, who each had their own agendas? No. Or was it perhaps because Li Jinglong was charmed by his pretty face? After contemplating this, Li Jinglong decided the answer was also no.

You mustn’t inhale this, at any cost.” Hongjun thought for a moment, then added, “But, Chief, I trust you won’t be so unlucky.” “Don’t jinx me, okay?!” Li Jinglong was genuinely scared of Hongjun.

Should we show Mergen?” whispered A-Tai. “Show him what? What’s there to see? Close the chief’s door; let’s go.