Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
智者在自己的心灵中寻找幸福,愚者则在外部追逐。
If you're not failing occasionally, you're not pushing hard enough.
I've always been a very private person, but I've learned that it's okay to let people in.