Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
希望是长着羽毛的东西,栖息在灵魂里。
"I have always felt that I am a foreigner, even in my own country."
The only way to get good at something is to fail at it a lot.
The living moment is everything.
The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.
Life is too short to be living somebody else's dream.