"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart."
生活的悲剧不是美好的事物早逝,而是它们变老和变得卑鄙。
译文:年年岁岁繁花依旧,岁岁年年看花之人却不相同。赏析:时光流逝,物是人非。花有重开时,人无再少年。
The only limits we have are the ones we set for ourselves.
The act of writing is an act of rebellion against oblivion.