Claymore

I had no choice but to move forward. I wasn’t strong enough to forget all that and continue living.

I really envy you for a brain with such a lively metabolism.

Do humans shed tears for the birds, pigs, cows and sheep that become their food? Of course they don’t. They are a different species after all. That is nature. That is the truth. That is Providence.

Seeing the same thing at that time and place, either moving forward or running away… I suppose that’s what separates those who are fit for battle from those who are not.

— What does all this mean, Teresa?
— It’s hardly profound. The reason is very simple: I’ve found a reason to live. From now on, I’m going to live for the girl.

The idea that you can’t die yet because you still have something to protect… that is the foolish illusion of the weak.