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。
"We are all connected by the threads of the past, whether we know it or not."
你不是那些不认识你或不关心你的人的看法的总和。
唯一把我们和动物区分开的是我们装饰自己的能力。
That is what we have to do in life: to take the great wounds and the little scratches and keep on going.
