The world is full of invisible stories waiting to be told.
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
一个人读什么样的书,就是什么样的人。