He who loves God cannot endeavor that God should love him in return.

Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit, / Si bleu, si calme!

我不完美，但我正在努力。

虽然说是爱它，其实是害它；虽然说是为它担忧，其实是与它为敌

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.