What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. The Picture of Dorian Gray

Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain. The Art Of War

I often ardently perceived a longing for relief, the desire for a proper confession, but I also felt in advance that I would be unable to tell and explain things correctly to either my father or mother. I knew that they would receive my words amicably, they would carefully spare my feelings, in fact, pity me, but they wouldn’t fully understand me, and the whole thing would be looked on as a sort of minor infraction, whereas it was actually my fate. Demian

And in doing so, she imagined what is was like to be free.” Midnight Library