The past is always changing. Every time we remember something, we alter it slightly, until eventually, our memories become stories we tell ourselves.
过去总是在变化。每当我们回忆某事时,我们都会稍微改变它,直到最终,我们的记忆变成我们告诉自己的故事。
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
I think the best work comes out of a place of truth.
我被告知进步的道路既不是快速的,也不是容易的。
The more difficult the victory, the greater the happiness in winning.