A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
You were born to be real, not perfect.
实现明天的唯一限制是我们今天的疑虑。
The wound is the place where the light enters you.
人们会朝着发光发亮的东西扔小石子,但是他们夺不走那些属于我们的东西生活会让爱看上去异常的艰难风险是这样的高,水也是这样的汹涌。但是,爱,依旧是我们的。
一幅画应该是通往另一个现实的窗口。