当一个人意识到自己被深深倾听时,他的眼睛会湿润。我想在某种程度上,他是喜极而泣。就好像他在说:“感谢上帝,有人听到了我。有人知道我的感受。”
All things are possible until they are proved impossible and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.
The only thing I can do is write. Everything else bores me.
You have to stay true to yourself and your vision.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.