Cyeba Alcala

“Young man, there are two cringe-worthy phrases in one’s life that must be said, no matter what.”

“Which two?”

“‘Thank you’, and 'I’m sorry’.”

“What can anybody do to me if I don’t say them?”

“Someday, you’ll say those words in tears.”
― Mo Xiang Tong Xiu, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“I am rich with the mountains & rivers in the world but none of them is of value when you think about it. Just a bunch of old rocks & wild creeks. The only thing I have that is somewhat worthy is my heart. You want it? Take it.”
― priest, 镇魂

“Illusions, illusions, he interrupted. You are a tomb, not a church. Faith is dead. No one believes anymore, no one bows his head. You are so cold. There is no life in you. You are all marble and dead metal. You have transformed everything into dead matter. You have denied life. You have preached mortification and asceticism. You have terrified the world with the gaunt faces of martyrs, instead of delighting it with a smile and cheerful faith. How chilling are your crucifixes, chalices, and reliquaries! The roses of your altar drip blood from their leaves. Your altar cloths have the pallor of a corpse’s vesture. Your chapels resemble jail cells. And what darkness in your depths!”
― Jiří Karásek ze Lvovic, A Gothic Soul

“Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart.”
― Yukio Mishima, Thirst for Love