Wuxia Quotes

I'm not as incredible as you think. I only want to see that man one more time, to see the disappointment on his face. Let him know that demonic core didn't take, that it didn't control me. That I'm still myself.

To know the world, one must first know themselves. Then they must forget themselves. Once they forgot both the world and themselves, never again would they be moved by worldy gains and losses.

The angel of death can hardly have friends. And the prom, what about Danny? He can hardly have a Valkyrie for his date.

The first to express support of Tang San was unexpectedly Ma Hongjun. Fatty’s hands supported Huang Yuan and Jing Ling, “Third brother, I support you, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Staring at the boat sailing farther away from sight, Zhou Zishu deliberately muttered a regard of absolute literary excellence, "Fuck you." For most of his life he had mingled with the cultured but degenerate side of society; all they did was spout Confucius this and Confucius that, never did a rude word escape their mouth. He felt incredibly delighted after blurting out that curse, as if years of pent-up frustrations had vanished completely with it. And to his surprised revelation, cursing turned out to be such an enjoyable thing to do. He was all smiles, whispering once more, "Eat shit, bastard, got my money and couldn't even do his job right.

I’ve always done as I pleased without a single regret. This isn’t for atonement, much less something as laughable as guilt. You don’t need to feel indebted to me, or go as far as to harbor some self-serving, wishful thoughts about the meaning of it all. That would only make me want to throw up.

Of course, there are many people with evil intentions in this world, but there are even more people willing to lend a helping hand. I wish to remember those people, not the things that will only bring me despair and suffering.

It’s who I am. I can’t just pretend to be some normal kid. That won’t work either. They’ll never leave me alone. But here’s what I know: a block is a strike, and the more an adversary thinks he has succeeded, the more devastating the strike will be.

Dao is like water, benefiting all living things while keeping none for itself. The law of Dao is to be what it is. People who follow the law of Dao should soften their own glare and unify themselves with the ordinary. Only those who comply to the natural order of things and sense the common feelings shared among people can achieve the real Dao.

For the ideals I pursue within my heart, I'd not regret a thousand deaths to die.

I’m sorry about this,' she said to the dead woman, 'but I’m gonna need your clothes.

She looked into the eyes of many of them as they passed away, like some sort of angel of death. Some were frightened, some relieved, most just confused. She served as the arbiter of their passage, an earthly Charon. Or perhaps a Valkyrie, carrying fallen heroes to Valhalla. But she’d seen no heroes, no one worthy of Valhalla.

Power maintained by stifling the growth of the weak is not strength, but tyranny

His Daoist robes fluttered, and he looked like an immortal: elegant and graceful, detached from the world. He looked more harmless than anyone else present.

To know others was to know oneself, when one understood the minds of others, one would understand their own. Where the swords was, the Dao was. It was a spiritual link, drawing together the immortal's body and buddha's heart.

You didn't even cry when Yu Ai betrayed you, but now you are crying over someone you don't even know? Everything I experienced, whether they were setbacks or predicaments, were things I could endure. But this little boy... He probably never hurt anymore. The reason Heaven let him be born into this world should not be for him to suffer. Evertone has the right to live. No matter how hard life is, there should at least be hope for him to see a way out.

Hatred could not be the basis of her resolution to fight. It provided no access to her own qi, her vital spirit. That was the deepest truth she knew about fighting. It’s what she learned from her father and Sensei: fight from the peaceful place inside, from her father’s place.

The wu in wuxia means both “to cut” and “to stop.” It also refers to the weapon—usually a sword—carried by the assassin, the hero of the story. The genre became very popular during the Song Dynasty [960–1279]. These stories often depicted a soldier in revolt, usually against a corrupt political leader. In order to stop corruption and the killing of innocent people, the hero must become an assassin. So wuxia stories are concerned with the premise of ending violence with violence. Although their actions are motivated by political reasons, the hero’s journey is epic and transformative—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. In the Tang Dynasty, a prominent poet named Li Bai wrote some verses about an assassin. This is the earliest example I know of wuxia literature. Gradually, the genre gave shape to ideas and stories that had been percolating in historical and mythological spheres. Although these stories were often inspired by real events of the past, to me they feel very contemporary and relevant. It’s one of the oldest genres in Chinese literature, and there are countless wuxia novels today. I began to immerse myself in these novels when I was in elementary school, and they quickly became my favorite things to read. I started with newer books and worked my way back to the earliest writing from the Tang Dynasty.

In the span of a person's life, just how many things does he never find out? No one stood naked in front of others. Everyone hid their bodies under clothes, their feelings beyond words and expressions. Everyone wrapped themselves up in layers upon layers, with only their heads and necks visible like a flowering branch peeking out, offering the world only with a painted painted face and ambiguous expression.

The strongest of woman isn't one who could raise her sword against a thousand men...it is one who could raise an army of a thousand to fight for her.

There's much that's lacking in me. Much that I am and more that I need to be..." Duan Yun said, barely a whisper in the brewing breeze. "...but a coward I am not. If what I have now could be of aid, then what little I have...I wish to bring that to the frontline.

Child-" Duan Yun gritted. "I am already twenty!" "And I would have a child your age had I married young." A bemused grin curled Tang Sanniang's lips into an alluring angle, bewitching the watchful lad once more. "Ask me again when you can speak to me as my equal. Child.

In ten years, the poison from the blood blossoms would have taken her whole. In ten years, she would merely be ashes, scattered on the wind like the dust now blanketing the Chancellor's once splendid manor. In ten years, she would disappear from Zhang Wen's life, lost from his memory like flames on a brief candle extinguished. Just as Zhuang Zi once dreamed himself a butterfly, she would become one. A butterfly who had flitted through the young scholar's dream once upon a reverie.

From her lips spilled words that spun into invisible threads. From her fingers, a haunting spell silently weaved around Shangguan Qing Yun. His heart stilled and his breath caught. He could only watch, feeling each vibration of the guqin strings, reaching deeper within to touch a part of him no one and nothing had touched before.

There are no real evil, only roles reversed. Just because the ones I've killed are 'evil' to us...it doesn't mean my hands aren't stained with blood.

Xuan Feng managed a smile, albeit one forced. "No one should rejoice in the loss of lives. Enemy or not.

I was off chasing something she never asked from me, just as she thought her leaving was for my own good. We've both done what we thought was the the best for one another and yet...sometimes what you deem is for someone's own good isn't what they want from you.

height? She ran her hand over the numerous scars—big and small, old and new—that covered his body. She knew that on a swordsman, these were counted as few, but on a husband, these were already too many.

If that's the case, we're very lucky! Creating a natural formation isn't easy, which means the seal has accumulated a massive amount of energy! Heh-heh..." Kessia chuckled with satisfaction.

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