Wuxia Quotes

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

眾人怒極，

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.