Ryu Quotes

Every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down.

... The type of loneliness where you need to keep struggling to accept a situation is fundamentally different than the sort you know you'll get through if you just hang in there

Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else's story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity.

She's like smoke:you think you're seeing her clearly enough,but when you reach for her there's nothing there

They don't realise that they've changed; they think it's the world that changed.

People who love horror films are people with boring lives... when a really scary movie is over, you're reassured to see that you're still alive and the world still exists as it did before. That's the real reason we have horror films - they act as shock absorbers - and if they disappeared altogether, I bet you'd see a big leap in the number of serial killers. After all, anyone stupid enough to get the idea of murdering people from a movie could get the same idea from watching the news.

Just before I fell asleep, I had a moment of panic ...

Malevolence is born of negative feelings like loneliness and sadness and anger. It comes from an emptiness inside you that feels as if it's been carved out with a knife, an emptiness you're left with when something very important has been taken away from you

The world's worst flavor combination was mango and menthol.

It was the face of a human being who’d been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds. The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling anything whatsoever.

You are the killer. You are the predator. You know nothing of loyalty or love.” She held her hand out to Ryu, who sniffed it, before settling his warm head down on her knee. “We may be animals, but we will never again live in your cage.

TV sounds are all the same; there's no difference between the sound of the wind in Northern Ireland and the wind on a Polynesian island.

After hanging up the phone Aoyama sank back back on the sofa feeling like a balloon in a warm blue sky.

My fingers scrabbled at the smooth leather interior of Ryu’s BMW as he missed the exit we needed. Causing him to drop a few more F bombs and slam on the breaks. He then opened what I assume was a rift in the space time continuum in order to hurtle his German made steal cage of doom through said continuum.

I'm sure we've all experienced really malevolent feelings once or twice in our lives, the desire to kill somebody,say.but there's always a braking mechanism somewhere along the line that stop us.

there's always something in miso soup

That soft but penetrating voice that caressed your ears and climbed through your brain like a vine.

Ryu was being more than a little dramatic, but drama and Ryu went together like cheese and… Well, cheese goes with everything.

Who knew there were still people like that in this world, though? Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else's story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity. 'It must have made you very sad when your own father raped you - can you describe some of your feelings at the time? Yes, I wept and wept, wonder why something like this had to happen to me'. It's like that. Everyone's running around comparing wounds, like bodybuilders showing off their muscles. And what's really unbelievable is that they really believe they can heal the wounds like that, just by putting them on display.

So, once again, I ignored my poor, repressed libido--which was currently clamoring for me to lure Ryu behind the counter and knock him out with an unabridged dictionary in order to make him mine--and went ahead and started in on what he wanted to know.

Hello, friends,” said Princess Winter. Ryu dropped his newest stick onto the pile, then sat down, chest high as though he were showing her proper respect. Scarlet scowled. “Suck-up.” Winter

Besides, there’s no issue. Not yet, at least. Ryu’s in Boston; I’m in Rockabill; Anyan is in absentia. So I’ll just keep ignoring everything till I get walloped with it. Then I’ll panic and run to you.

He took a step forward. Behind him, Ryu growled. It was a test of willpower for Scarlet to smother a grin. That wolf had really grown on her lately. Though

She met Ryu’s yellow gaze across the way and winked. In response, the wolf raised his nose and howled, a short, joyful sound. “You’ve made a friend.” She

Sometimes you can remember everything about an old friend, down to minor details about his behaviour, but for the life of you you can't picture his face.

It wasn’t like humans were any better behaved toward each other. Look at their wars, their genocides, their weapons of mass destruction. Look at 4chan!

Passing by, the wind reads a gravestone: Here lies the free soul who was never tamed or caged or defined by a name, who never bought fame sacrificing her freedom.

I don't need to eat the stuff now because now I'm here-right in the middle of it!The soup I ordered in Colorado had all these little slices of vegetables and things, which at the time just looked like kitchen scrapings to me. But now I'm in the miso soup myself,just like those bits of vegetable. I'm floating around in this giant bowl of it, and that's good enough for me.

Dropping unused clothes in the charity box, I think of the Tibetan children in tattered clothes with clear eyes. Do we need fancy clothes to hide our tattered souls? Some people don’t need luxury clothing.

But look at Ryu.” The wolf had lain down and was gnawing at the stick. “His instincts lean as much toward playing and loving. If he had a mate and cubs, then his instincts would be to protect them at all costs.” Scarlet twirled the cord of her hoodie around a finger. “That’s what Wolf did. He protected me.” She

Od svih žena koje možete sresti u Kobuki-čou, vrsta kojoj je pripadala Maki bila je dno dna, ako mene pitate. Neprivlačne, iskompleksirane i glupe kao noć, ali zbog najgoreg mogućeg vaspitanja nesvesne čak i svog neznanja. Ubeđene u to da su stvorene da rade na nekom luksuznom mestu i da žive bolji život, te podjednako snažno uverene u to da su za njihov neuspeh krivi drugi. Zavide svima i zbog toga su rešene da ih krive za sve. Celog života su omalovažavane, te stoga uverene da nema ničeg lošeg u takvom ophođenju s drugima, Spremne da namerno govore stvari koje će povrediti druge.

When universes disappear every minute, when I go back to silence.

In June, days and nights chase one another.

Maybe it’s right. Maybe we have abandoned the path. For we no longer hear what morning tells us, what summer tells us, what our hearts tell us,

Within two or three years of World War II's end, starvation had been basically eliminated in Japan, and yet the Japanese had continued slaving away as if their lives depend on it. Why? To create a more abundant life? If so, where was the abundance? Where were the luxurious living spaces? Eyesores dominated the scenery wherever you went, and people still crammed themselves into packed commuter trains each morning, submitting to conditions that would be fatal for any other mammal. Apparently what the Japanese wanted wasn't a better life, but more things.

You can't possibly think you can date a member of the working class." "Sachiko is marrying a commoner." "Sachiko is marrying an heir to a rice empire related to the Takamoris. Ryu can support the life she is accustomed to. Takai, takai, takai." The three words are a well-known cliché, playing off the meanings. Good income, good school, and tall. Ideal characteristics for potential male love interests.

But why is it that if you imagine a baby who stinks to high heaven. But why is it that if you imagine a baby smells of milk, for example, you can't help smiling? Why is there such agreement about the world what is or isn't foul smell? Who decided what smells bad? Is it impossible that somewhere in this world there are people who, if they sat next to a homeless fellow, they'd urge to snuggle up to him, but if they sat next to a baby they's get an urge to kill it?

Ryu laughed. "You know what I mean. A absentminded as you are, it's a true wonder you can be so focused when it comes to kendo." "I'm also focused when I draw." "Yeah. The problem is you're still drawing even when you don't have an actual pencil in your hand.

I go to India. I go to the land of the people who say their own words and believe in their own gods. Worrying I might bother them with my second-vertebra-broken, quadriplegic soul clad in rags called modernity, I go past the Karakoram Highway into the scent of Ayurveda.

The Koka Ryu Ninjutsu Densho is a short yet intriguing ninjutsu manual... The manual itself is highly interesting and is a mix of clearly authentic ninja skills and a belief in the power and aid of the gods. It includes ritualistic spells to aid a ninja's work--rituals that are also found in other, unquestionably authentic manuals.

Like the yaks that never leave their Himalayan homeland, wolves stay in the forest, the feral forest. People who became dogs only remember the forest they left when they are castrated and discarded. I should head for the forest, into the scent of wild grass. … There, I will rise when the sun rises, fall asleep when the sun sets, and gaze at the dewdrops forming and evaporating very slowly.

He keeps silent for several seasons. In my mind, hundreds of questions that I don’t ask. Instead, I go to Machu Picchu, explore the Amazon rainforest, and stay in Marrakech. I return to my own life before love. I go back to my twenty-year-old self, plan my life again, keep an ambitious dream, and become stronger and wiser. But at times, I still write letters that I never send to him. That his silence is

On the day I lose my phone, I decide to live à la Ladakh: write a letter on paper, go to the post office, wait for his reply for a long time, appreciate a meal a day and a few clothes, be grateful for having been born as a human, read the Tibetan Book of the Dead, buy vegetables from an old street vendor, and save a bee’s life. On the day I lose my wallet, I decide to live à la Ladakh: plant a seed, wait for a long time, and share the fruit with a worm.

–Wolf es lo único que me queda –aclaró Scarlet. Arrojó al otro lado del sendero el palito sin muchas ganas. Este aterrizó al alcance de las patas de Ryu y él simplemente se lo quedó mirando, como si no valiera la pena hacer el esfuerzo. Los hombros de Scarlet se desplomaron–. Lo necesito tanto como él me necesita a mí. Pero eso no significa que sea amor. –De hecho, querida amiga, sospecho que eso es precisamente lo que hace que sea amor –dijo Winter bajando la vista.

Three roots of evil nestled in every person: ignorance, greed and anger. As soon as one of these roots touched the human mind, the gaze of that person became foggy and bleary, leaving him open to believing everything that nourished this evil.

The inside of the forest differed a lot than the outside. From the outside, it looked like the trees were spread apart enough to get some light in, but when I went inside, it was completely dark and the branches blocked out almost all sunlight. This

I once read the most widely understood word in the whole world is ‘OK’, followed by ‘Coke’, as in cola. I think they should do the survey again, this time checking for ‘Game Over’. Game Over is my favorite thing about playing video games. Actually, I should qualify that. It’s the split second before Game Over that’s my favorite thing. Streetfighter II - an oldie but goldie - with Leo controlling Ryu. Ryu’s his best character because he’s a good all-rounder - great defensive moves, pretty quick, and once he’s on an offensive roll, he’s unstoppable. Theo’s controlling Blanka. Blanka’s faster than Ryu, but he’s really only good on attack. The way to win with Blanka is to get in the other player’s face and just never let up. Flying kick, leg-sweep, spin attack, head-bite. Daze them into submission. Both players are down to the end of their energy bars. One more hit and they’re down, so they’re both being cagey. They’re hanging back at opposite ends of the screen, waiting for the other guy to make the first move. Leo takes the initiative. He sends off a fireball to force Theo into blocking, then jumps in with a flying kick to knock Blanka’s green head off. But as he’s moving through the air he hears a soft tapping. Theo’s tapping the punch button on his control pad. He’s charging up an electricity defense so when Ryu’s foot makes contact with Blanka’s head it’s going to be Ryu who gets KO’d with 10,000 volts charging through his system. This is the split second before Game Over. Leo’s heard the noise. He knows he’s fucked. He has time to blurt ‘I’m toast’ before Ryu is lit up and thrown backwards across the screen, flashing like a Christmas tree, a charred skeleton. Toast. The split second is the moment you comprehend you’re just about to die. Different people react to it in different ways. Some swear and rage. Some sigh or gasp. Some scream. I’ve heard a lot of screams over the twelve years I’ve been addicted to video games. I’m sure that this moment provides a rare insight into the way people react just before they really do die. The game taps into something pure and beyond affectations. As Leo hears the tapping he blurts, ‘I’m toast.’ He says it quickly, with resignation and understanding. If he were driving down the M1 and saw a car spinning into his path I think he’d in react the same way. Personally, I’m a rager. I fling my joypad across the floor, eyes clenched shut, head thrown back, a torrent of abuse pouring from my lips. A couple of years ago I had a game called Alien 3. It had a great feature. When you ran out of lives you’d get a photo-realistic picture of the Alien with saliva dripping from its jaws, and a digitized voice would bleat, ‘Game over, man!’ I really used to love that.

Two suns burned in a copper sky overhead. One was large and somewhat oblong and gave off a dull orange light. The other was small and possessed a brilliant white incandescence at its core, ringed farther out by a silver corona. Large eruptions of reddish gas flowed from the surface of the orange sun, swirling through the void at a frightening pace, extending toward the smaller, bluish white sun. The flowing gases painted land and sky in startling colors, and whenever the gases wrapped entirely around the smaller sun, the void between them filled with an incandescent brilliance. The light cut the long flatness of space in half, sweeping aside all other illumination and shadow. Then the crimson gas flow would spiral inward and vanish in the blink of an eye, leaving the two suns to shine in the copper sky once more.

Back then, Japan as a nation aspired to something in which each individual seemed invested. And that "something"wasn't just about economic growth, or transforming the yen into an international currency. It had more to do with accessing information. Information was indispensable, and not only as a means of obtaining necessities like food and clothing and medicine. Within two or three years of World War II's end, starvation had been basically eliminated in Japan, and yet the Japanese had continued slaving away as if their lives depended on it. Why? To create a more abundant life? If so, where was the abundance? Where were the luxurious living spaces? Eyesores dominated the scenery wherever you went, and people still crammed themselves into packed commuter trains each morning, submitting to conditions that would be fatal for any other mammal. Apparently what the Japanese wanted wasn't a better life, but more things. And things, of course, were a form of information. But as things became readily available and information began to flow smoothly, the original aspiration got lost in the shuffle. People were infected with the concept that happiness was something outside themselves, and a new and powerful form of loneliness was born. Mix loneliness with stress and enervation, and all sorts of madness can occur. Anxiety increases, and in order to obliterate the anxiety people turn to extreme sex, violence, and even murder.

Fact is about what it is, not about what you want

enseña en las unidades de fuerzas especiales.(6) Personalmente me siento afortunado el haber tenido siempre instructores que podríamos definir lo mejor de lo mejor en el mundo. En Guatemala por ya casi 25 años he entrenado Karate Goju-Ryu y Kobudo, artes marciales del clásico karate originario de Okinawa con el que yo considero el mejor maestro en todo el planeta, Sensei Víctor Rodolfo Martinez Ferman, guatemalteco de origen judío, emigró a los Estados Unidos donde se convirtió en discípulo de Toshio Tamano, heredero de la escuela de Sensei Miyagi, y del fundador de la escuela Shorei-Kan, Seikichi Toguchi. Sensei Martinez con una mezcla de fuerza, carácter férreo, una gran cortesía y una manera de enseñar que pocos maestros logran tener en su vida, es definitivamente el representante y heredero del espíritu Bushido de los antiguos samurai. El Goju-Ryu fue declarado como el segundo arte marcial más efectivo y letal en todo el mundo y que mejor que haberlo aprendido de un Maestro-Discípulo

15. Nature and her Lesson. Nature offers us nectar and ambrosia every day, and everywhere we go the rose and lily await us. "Spring visits us men," says Gu-do,[FN#277] "her mercy is great. Every blossom holds out the image of Tathagata." "What is the spiritual body of Buddha who is immortal and divine?" asked a man to Ta Lun (Dai-ryu), who instantly replied: "The flowers cover the mountain with golden brocade. The waters tinge the rivulets with heavenly blue." "Universe is the whole body of Tathagata; observed Do-gen. "The worlds in ten directions, the earth, grass, trees, walls, fences, tiles, pebbles-in a word, all the animated and inanimate objects partake of the Buddha-nature. Thereby, those who partake in the benefit of the Wind and Water that rise out of them are, all of them, helped by the mysterious influence of Buddha, and show forth Enlightenment."[FN#278]

In the Jiki-shinkage-ryu (the Straight-Mind-Shadow school of swordsmanship) there is a basic set of movements called Hojo which is indeed the most magnificent I have ever known. It is accompanied by deep breathing marked by the sound “Ah” when inhaling and “Um” when exhaling.

So, that being said, what are the three battles beginners must fight in Sanchin kata? Are they mind, body, and spirit, as students have always been told? Isn’t everything mind, body, and spirit? Perhaps they are (1) how one breathes, gathering and directing one’s energy; (2) how one moves, using the koshi, with a supple waist; and (3) how one maintains the integrity or position of the body, especially the position of the arms and legs.

El monje cerró los ojos un momento. ¡Su maestro lo sabía! Se dio cuenta de que la única manera de poder dejar atrás nuestra antigua vida era eliminando las patéticas dependencias que nos impiden atrevernos con cosas inéditas y emprender nuevas aventuras. Mientras nos aferremos a la seguridad, la vida nos empujará por un precipicio. Cuando una ola del destino nos derriba, es hora de empezar de nuevo. La pérdida y la despedida siempre tienen un sentido. Dios escribe derecho con renglones torcidos.

這種習慣追蹤記錄法特別適合剛學游泳或爵士鼓等新事物的人使用，舉例來說，剛學游自由式的前幾次，就用手機把姿勢錄影起來；學英文會話，就錄下剛開始說英文的影音；初學樂器也是一樣做法。等一陣子後，例如一個月、兩個月過後再拍一次影片，再來跟最初的影片做比較，應該會明顯看見自己的能力進步了。

So this is wht it’s like on the subway on Friday nights. So, Ryu, it might not be my time to join you yet.

A martial art that is Japanese in origin. This is a series of movements that require mental fitness, in addition to hand and eye coordination. This sport is more about being on the offensive and never starting a fight, rather than using your skills to do harm to others. There are four types that participants may learn: Shotokan Goju-Ryu Shito-Ryu Wado-Ryu

Chris Salamone donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to education and leadership development as Chairman of the LeadAmerica Foundation. With his passion in studying and singing opera, he is trained in the martial arts of Jyu Ryu and Miyama Ryu Combat Jujitsu.

Personalmente me siento afortunado el haber tenido siempre instructores que podríamos defnir lo mejor de lo mejor en el mundo. En Guatemala por ya casi 25 años he entrenado Karate Goju-Ryu y Kobudo, artes marciales del clásico karate originario de Okinawa con el que yo considero el mejor maestro en todo el planeta, Sensei Víctor Rodolfo Martinez Ferman, guatemalteco de origen judío, emigró a los Estados Unidos donde se convirtió en discípulo de Toshio Tamano, heredero de la escuela de Sensei Miyagi, y del fundador de la escuela Shorei-Kan, Seikichi Toguchi. Sensei Martinez con una mezcla de fuerza, carácter férreo, una gran cortesía y una manera de enseñar que pocos maestros logran tener en su vida, es defnitivamente el representante y heredero del espíritu Bushido de los antiguos samurai. El Goju-Ryu fue declarado como el segundo arte marcial más efectivo y letal en todo el mundo y que mejor que haberlo aprendido de un Maestro-Discípulo

their chests. Mr. Ryu tells us to get off the bus and go inside

The people your brother killed - well, they all had souls. They weren't Satan. Ryu Yohan wasn't Satan, either. His faith was twisted, that's all. I know now. I know that God is innocent. (2007: 143)

May your Spirit fill us and guide our eyes so they see, our ears so they hear, our hands so they may serve, our lips so we may praise you, our hearts so we love, and our feet so we may continue to walk in your paths as pilgrims who come to worship your Son.

Judging requires a lot of negative energy. When we stop our thoughts from judging another person’s hidden motive, intention or character, and simply address our differences, we create a dialogue of peace and reconciliation.

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Fighting arts have evolved in to two distinct areas since it stopped being appropriate to practice them for the purposes of warfare – tanks, guns and armoured strike drones have kind of pissed all over that parade.

world, anything could happen. I began to brace myself as I slowly walked around. I heard some rattling and turned

vida?

Just for business... You are a very good liar!

Suradon on the tenth waati," she said, just to make sure she hadn't imagined it. "Tsusano-ryu katas." "And a smile," Wagara said and strode off to referee the next match.

Kamiizumi Ise no Kami, the founder of our sword art, is said to have had a vision which guided him in the creation of his martial system, Shinkage-ryu. Shinkage-ryu, unlike other arts of the day, was meant to preserve the life of the enemy.

Rotten. Like all forbidden fruit, he appears lush. But his insides are brown and sodden with the foul stench of bacteria. They are covered with rot and deterioration. On the outside, he shines and shimmers in the sunlight. But inside, the shriveled fruit festers as pus oozes through its thick skin. Ryu Suzuki is indeed rotten to the core.

Rotten. Like all forbidden fruit, he appears lush and supple. A golden apple covered in a thin vermillion wax layer and a tantalizing taste of plush caramelized flavour. Hues of red and brown are woven into the skin, a perfect marriage of color that gets infected until it warps, sodden with the foul stench of bacteria. On the outside, he shines and shimmers in the sunlight. However, his insides are shriveled fruit that festers as pus oozes through its thick skin. Ryu Suzuki is indeed rotten to the core.

«Tanto si estamos al principio como al final de nuestras vidas, en la cima de la gloria o en las profundidades de la desesperación, seguiremos siendo personas detrás de nuestras circunstancias. Tú eres lo que eres, y no tu enfermedad o tu ocupación. En la vida se trata de ser lo que eres, no lo que haces».

The new name did not change his nature, for he still didn’t sit still.

When the noonday sun went around the mountaintop, and clouds cast a ghostly shadow on the monastery, the worldly inhabitants climbed the mountain along a wide path. Adults led children up the mountain to swallow seeds of good luck.

the discovery of a crumpled love note in Kazuko’s school locker. Kazuko had striking cheekbones. They glazed the sunshine and sliced the shadows into two parts: darker and lighter. Her eyes sat on top of her cheekbones with a curve, sliding into her temples. Boys stuttered at her; she could correct their grammar while all they could think about was kissing her pert lips. She enrolled in modelling school and learned about manicures, pedicures, skin massage points, creams and the secrets of a flawless complexion. “Look at me, Toyo-nesan!” she exclaimed with a heavy book balanced on her head, walking back and forth along the corridor. “This is how models walk.” Toyo lived with Ryu in the building that housed his menswear shop. From her window she could see customers entering and exiting, the traffic from the nearby train station ebbing and flowing as work began and finished. At first Ryu did not want her to assist in the shop. She could not see why and was affronted by his refusal even to let her come downstairs: “Get back up, Toyo! Don’t let the customers see you.” Kazuko told Toyo that he wanted to keep her beauty all to himself, that her entry into the Zhang family was already spreading like wildfire down the street, and the increased traffic past the menswear shop consisted, partially, of

I think that Ryu Chishu, or Tanaka Kinuyo, or to be more precise, the imaginary characters they portrayed, were more real to the film buffs than any existing human being. This is why cinephiles are spookier, on the whole, than music lovers or balletomanes. For they are creatures of the dark, getting off on the lives of others.

When we’re in a situation like this, I can’t help but think, that the mystery goes even deeper." - Ryu Amakusa

The mystery that unfolds before my eyes… it enthralls me. That’s why… when faced with such a chilling inconceivable case, it makes me think of this. Let the mystery be even harder to unravel.” - Ryu Amakusa

The blazing sun beat down on the concrete of the museum's front yard- Reverend Ryu Yosop felt as if the heat were sucking up all the moisture in his brain and heart. What different colors he and his brother Yohan must have used as each of them painted their own picture of home, of the carnage. These people have constructed yet a different vision of their own, Yosop thought to himself, but it all stems from the same nightmare, the one we created together.

There is an old saying that goes 'Start by plucking a hair, end by killing a man'. It is also said, 'Two hands must meet to make a sound'. The atrocities that happened here weren't carried out by strangers - it was us, the people who'd once lived together harmoniously in the same village." "They say it was the superstitious freaks who did it." "No, it was Satan who did it." "Come now, what sort of a ghost is that?" Ryu Yosop replied, "It is the black thing that lives in the heart of every man.

I’d only seen these famous K-1 fighters on VHS, and had certainly never been in a ring with one. I half-expected them to be superhuman, like Goku in Dragon Ball Z or Ryu in Street Fighter 2, and I hadn’t discounted the possibility that Le Banner might be about to hadouken me from across the ring