Wen Tianxiang
- Crossing the lonely sea
Facing tumultous times the Book of Change I divine by; Our few troops fought for four long years under the starry sky. Our homeland's shattered, scattered in the wind like puffy seeds; My life is like the floating plant, hit by rains till it bleeds. Fleeing down the Beach of Fear, fear on our faces had shown; Sailing across the Lonely Ocean, we are so alone! Tell me, my friend - Since time began, to die who can decline? O Through history books in glory, let our crimson hearts shine!
Yue Fei
- A River of Red
My wrath bristles through my helmet, the rain stops as I stand by the rain; I look up towards the sky and let loose a passionate roar. At age thirty my deeds are nothing but dust, my journey has taken me over eight thousand miles. So do not sit by idly, for young men will grow old in regret.
Du Fu
- A Spring View
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; and spring comes green again to trees and grasses; where petals have been shed like tears and lonely birds have sung their grief; after the war-fires of three months. One message from home is worth a ton of gold. I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin to hold the hairpins any more.
Loki
- The Avengers
Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.
Andrew W. Marlowe
- Castle
Every morning I bring you a cup of coffee, just so I can see a smile on your face. Because I think you are the most remarkable, maddening, challenging, frustrating person I've ever met. And I love you Kate, and if that means anything to you, if you care about me at all, just don't do this.
Chuck Lorre & Bill Brady
- The Big Bang Theory
In the winter that seat is close enough to the radiator to remain warm, and yet not so close as to cause perspiration. In the summer, it's directly in the path of a cross-breeze created by opening windows there and there. It faces the television at an angle that is neither direct, thus discouraging conversation, nor so far wide as to create a parallax distortion. I could go on, but I think I've made my point.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- Chronicle of a Death Foretold
Her life as a rejected wife continued on, simple as that of an old maid, still doing machine embroidery with her friends just as before she had made cloth tulips and paper birds, but when her mother went to bed she would stay in the room until dawn writing letters with no future. She became lucid, overbearing, mistress of her own free will, and she became a virgin again just for him, and she recognized no other authority than her own nor any other service than that of her obsession.
