Rin Chupeco Quotes

Even then I found the word fitting, soothing.

Fireflies.

Fire flies.

Fire, fly.

The air changes. Then that invisible spider crawls up my spine, tickling the hairs behind my neck.

I have come to know this spider these last couple of years. It whispers there's something else in the room, breathing with you, watching you, grinning at you.

I hate that damn spider.

There is a thrill in relishing the suffering of strangers, and they hide their interest with worried faces.

When people cut us, we are expected to do only two things: smile and bleed.

You can be the most powerful witch in the land, but you will always have a weakness, and that will always make you believe you have no power when someone exploits it. There is no greater strength than the ability to understand and accept your own flaws.

People who don't look and act like you is what you hate. Every other excuse is only a pretense.

Then perhaps we should carve a world one day where the strength lies in who you are, rather than in what they expect you to be.

When you have resigned yourself to an eternity filled with little else but longing, a few seconds is enough.

Kings are only kings because one ancestor was quicker than another to place a crown on his own head.

Everyone is believed to have two faces - one they show to the public and one they wear in private. The first face is their shaxsiat, or their honor. The second face is their ehteram, their dignity.

She'd brought a few books along for the journey (I'd asked if they were for kindling, and she'd threatened castration), and she'd given me permission to look through them under further veiled threats about what would happen if I marred them in any way.

It's not such a bad thing, to feel powerless sometimes. It teaches us that some situations are inevitable and that we should spend what little time we have on the company of the people that matter most. Do you understand me, Tea?

It is not in my nature to be interested in the living.

But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.

Maybe this was a selfish choice. Someone nobler than me might have given Okiku the final peace she deserves. Someone with less baggage that she would have let him.

But flawed as we are, we are perfect together.

After all, I'm no hero.

Dinner that night is a feast of flavor. To celebrate the successful exorcism, Kagura has cooked several more dishes than the shrine's usual, simple fare- fragrant onigiri, balls of rice soaked in green tea, with umeboshi- salty and pickled plums- as filling. There is eggplant simmered in clear soup, green beans in sesame sause, and burdock in sweet-and-sour dressing. The mood is festive.

First, do no harm;
King thou may be,
Thy divine right to magic
Is no cause to be
As wicked as you wish.

But to grieve means you have loved. To love opens up the possibility for grief. There cannot be one without the other.

You talk like a recipe exists to accustom one to death," I said, bitter.
"Oh, but there is," she responded. "Take a girl and remove her heart. Add a touch of tragedy and a thirst for vengeance. Divide her into equal parts of grief and rage, then serve her cold.

Everyone is a puzzle, Tea, made of interlocking tiles you must piece together to form a picture of their souls. But to successfully build them, you must have an idea of their strengths as well as their weaknesses. We all have them, even me.

People will never be what you make of them, but at least your own heart stays yours and true.

There is always something new to discover every day, no matter how skilled you are.

Few stories start with death. Often, it starts with grief.

Funerals seem less about comforting the souls of these dearly departed than about
comforting the people they leave behind.

We do not go gentle, as your poet encourages, into that good night.

Even the dead have their stories.

I crawled out of my grave, as I promised. Do you think I'd let you get away again? You promised me daughters with your eyes. Where you go, I will follow.

Everybody knows a killer," I say, "even if they don't know they do.

The only sight I seem to possess nowadays is hindsight.

Like candy and heartbreak, moderation was key.

This is why boys don't play with dolls. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go and freak out in the next room.

If I were a monster, I would have let you drown back in the swamps."

"And that's the difference between us. You think one act of kindness, even self-serving, is enough to not make you one.

The previous owners left nothing of themselves here: no happiness, no grief, no pain. It is the best anyone can wish
for in a place to stay.

The dead do not rest," she told me, "only the living believe the grave can bring you peace.

Life isn't fair, dear one. And sometimes, neither is death.

I was not ashamed that I spent many a night coming up with different ways to kill that woman.