Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

从我们记事起，妈妈就是一个中年妇女了，可谁又知道，她也曾是个花季少女。

这个世界不是因为你能做什么，而是你该做什么。

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark；the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.