Vol Jin Quotes

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!

Because finding the differences upon which we can hang hatred is much easier than discovering the common ground that can unite.

Shen Zechuan coyly shifted closer. He leaned in and whispered into Xiao Chiye’s ear: “Even if you spare me, do you think I will spare you?

...Those who can't be loyal never believe when others are

Xiao Chiye was like the blazing sun. He was also like the wind from the grassland. He stood out from the masses. To Shen Zechuan, hiding that handkerchief on that day with the gloomy and damp rain and snow was like hiding a rousing and passionate dream. In this dream, there was the unrestrained galloping of horses over a thousand li1 of grasslands, and the spreading of wings soaring through ten thousand li of clear sky. These eventually turned into an indescribable glimpse—one he would be hard-pressed to recount in detail.

What is taught in words can easily slip away; only painful experience confers real wisdom.

Fortune and misfortune come hand in hand. Confinement may not necessarily be a bad thing.

You think this way because you can’t comprehend that there are people in this world willing to be bound by love.

We’ll build a house on the Zhongbo-Libei demarcation line and meet there every month—it’s a must. To marry me, two million isn’t enough; I want Lanzhou’s priceless smile that even a thousand gold cannot buy.

I know there are many things you want to know. Shall I start at the beginning or the end? The middle world not be so good a place, but I could start there. But that would make the middle the beginning, wouldn't it?

A crab that sees itself as a crab be defined not by the shelter it seeks but by its very need to seek shelter. I be not a crab. My future be not depending on what I can find to act as a shell. I have many more choices. (Vol'jin Darkspear)

Er machte keinen Hehl aus seiner Absicht, die sich in seinen verlangenden Augen widerspiegelte. Abwehrend wisperte sie: "Ich weiß, was du willst." "Hm, ich weiß auch, was ich will. Deswegen brauchst du es mir also nicht unbedingt sagen" (Zoey & Jin)

Then, my friend, let the songs be sung as Zandalari lamentations." He stood and started down the mountain. "Let them be sung for a thousand generations and serenade us into eternity.

The nape of this man’s neck, bathed in the dim light of the nearby lamp, rose from beneath his collar like creamy white jade. It seemed defenseless, just waiting for the touch of another’s hand—as if by caressing it, one could reach ecstasy. The contours of his profile were smooth and beautiful, and the bridge of his nose sloped charmingly. But the corners of his eyes were most devastating: all that could make one’s heart itch lay within them, and the shadow of a smile seemed to rest at the tails of those upward crescents.

This is not for me a memory. It is a portrait of now. Of a state of being of the world.' He slowly bowed his head. 'And of freedom, for change. It portends coming change. Crushing of enemies, perhaps; a coming winter, most like. But as you will never brew exactly this brew again, so the world will never again know this time or, alas, this peace.

Zoey schluckte schwer und stemmte ihre Hand gegen seine Brust. In einem Shojo-Manga würde die Heldin sich schreiend verteidigen, während der attraktive böse Held rücksichtslos über sie herfiel. In der Realität musste eine Frau gegen sich selbst kämpfen, dass sie sich nicht schamlos hingab, wenn ein gut aussehender Mann sie verführen wollte.

Taran Zhu was right to make doubt a target. Doubt destroyed souls. What thinking creature, when entertaining doubt about success, could undertake any action? To doubt that he could punch through stone was to acknowledge that his hand could break, his bones could splinter, his flesh could tear, and his blood could flow. And if he dwelt on that outcome, could there be any but that outcome? That ending would be his target; therefore he would succeed and hit that target. Whereas, if his target was to destroy doubt and he hit that target, then would anything be impossible?

Wei Wuxian couldn’t listen anymore. He said, “Watch your tongue.” “I never do. Did you forget that, perhaps?” Jiang Cheng said. “I must have,” Wei Wuxian said derisively. Jiang Cheng snorted. “As if you’re one to tell me to watch my tongue. Did you remember to watch your tongue with Jin Ling, back at Mount Dafan?

General Guan and I are not on the same path in life. How could I ever go above my station like that?" "Advisor Wu doesn't have to be so modest. In my eyes, General Guan is the one going above his station.

Let's part amicably, shall we?" Guan Shanjin could not help but press his hand against his chest. He almost vomited blood. What the fuck!! Those were the words that the general always said to the shadows of Mr. Lu! How could this old man say the same thing to him?!

Guan-gongzi, I know there are many things going on in the world outside, but it's none of my business. After all, how long can a frog that has lived in a well its whole life survive the world outside? He's not familiar with anything or anyone around him. There's not even a place he can be buried.

Object again and I will not take it well. Vol’jin and his loa named me the warchief of the Horde. And as warchief of the Horde, I decide what is important to reveal—and when and to whom. Is that understood?

I shall remind myself who I am so I can share that with them, instead of trying to explain why I am not who they think I should be. (Yalia Sagewhisper)

Kalimdor.

What we must do now is create ourselves—not re-create, but create. This is why it is cruel. When we first did this, we had all the energy of youth. We did not know that attaining our dreams would be impossible—we just went out and got them. Innocence shielded us. Enthusiasm and unflagging confidence got us through. But now we have none of that. Now we are old, wiser, tired.

even a dragon can’t defeat a snake in its own garden.

When it comes to humans, even heaven can’t reach a verdict until the end.

What you want for yourself, and the burdens you must shoulder as commander, are not the same " ... "When a man faces such a decision, he will die no matter what he chooses" (Vol. 1, PG 410).

What you want for yourself, and the burdens you must shoulder as a commander, are not the same." ... "When a man faces such a decision, he will die no matter what he chooses." (Vol. 1, PG 410).

Each would stain the other, letting mutual hatred spin a thread that couldn’t be severed. It was too agonizing to live like this, alone, with only the snow to listen to their howls in the night. They had no one to lean on but each other—so why not tear into each other until they were bloody? This life was already rotten enough.

Beyond their cryptic challenges and dread of each other, they shared the inexplicable empathy of fellow sufferers.

I hope you never find yourself in such a desperate situation,” he said, eyes unfocused. “When a man faces such a decision, he will die no matter what he chooses.

Shen Zechuan glanced at him, his gaze far more sinister than it had been five years ago. As if a man had already died under that layer of breathtaking skin, and all that survived was an unnamed beast.

There are many things that will become your cage if you desire them.

Brothers who fight among themselves and families who draw swords on each other are a rotten lot—they’ll destroy themselves before outsiders ever lift a finger.

It’s human nature to want,” he said. “Wanting is prelude to both joy and misery.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home, proudly and honestly, as himself.

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.

My ambition is not to be a gentleman, nor a good person. Since vindictiveness has becomethe tenet I live by, then a kindness given is kindness given, and a wrong done is a wrong done.

In this world, someone has to be the traitor. I don’t believe fate is determined by the heavens.

They had earnestly bared their hearts to each other in this humble thatched cottage, as if in these few scant hours away from Qudu they could cast aside the strategy and prudence politics demanded and become no more than two young men.

One day, we will gallop together under the skies of Libei, and that will be when I’ve become strong and powerful. Two million isn’t enough to take away the wolf pup of the Prince of Libei. Such a betrothal gift is not worthy of my Xiao Ce’an. If I’m in Zhongbo, I will one day become your indestructible shield.

Shen Zechuan rested his head against Xiao Chiye’s chest. “Is the moon in Libei as round as the moon in Duanzhou?

Xiao Chiye answered only after a long pause. “I’ve already forgotten. Is the grass in Duanzhou as tall as the grass in Libei?

Let’s go together,” Xiao Chiye said. “Home?” Xiao Chiye tightened his arms around Shen Zechuan. “Home.

Such was the fickle nature of power: when the guests had all left, the abandoned tea grew cold.

He was like a wolf pup collecting the stars, hoarding them all just to stuff them into Shen Zechuan’s hands, like that little jewelry box of pearl and jade earrings.

Xiao Chiye looked down at him. “As long as we can get out of Qudu, we’ll go together, even to the ends of the earth.

An umbrella suddenly moved overhead to shelter Xiao Chiye. Shen Zechuan had come up beside him, holding the umbrella aloft to shield him from the deluge. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two figures in drenched red robes brought to mind a pair of wicked gods emerging from a rainy night.

Xiao Chiye hung back, his gaze on Shen Zechuan laden with too many emotions. In an instant, he’d turned from a valiant, vicious hound into a lone wolf that had strayed from its pack.

In my next life…don’t…don’t bring me here again…I want to be a swallow of our Great Zhou…nesting under the eaves of abundance…

... the sea of learning knows no shore. If you’re willing to take the plunge and have fun in spite of this, you’ll have a bright future ahead of you.

I’ll leave my back to you, and you’ll leave your chest to me. We cannot do without each other.

He treasures his family, and so he feels fear too.

Let’s build a home.” Grinding against Shen Zechuan’s soft flesh, Xiao Chiye’s throat tightened as he spoke between escaped sighs. “Here. Anywhere.

Shen Wei and Bai Cha didn’t matter. Xiao Chiye lowered his head and pressed his cheek to Shen Zechuan’s as he stared with deep hostility at the sunlight attempting to creep across the sheets toward Shen Zechuan. Shen Lanzhou belonged to him—Xiao Ce’an.

in this life one must tell a few lies.