"Grief is not a linear process. It comes in waves, and sometimes those waves knock you down."
悲伤不是线性的过程。它像波浪一样袭来，有时那些波浪会把你击倒。
The forest is a teacher—if we are willing to learn.
You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.
写作是与沉默的斗争。
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.