The writer’s joy is the thought that can become emotion, and the emotion that can wholly become a thought.
Don't you be afraid, sweet heart. Death is just a part of life. Something we're all destined to do. I didn't know it, but I was destined to be your mama. I did the best I could. Well...I happen to believe you make your own destiny. You have to do the best with what God gave you.
我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。
"The stars are not just points of light, but windows into the past."