你的过去不能定义你的未来。
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书,书页已经变得松软,仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
科学的进步就像古老的沙漠小径,散落着被抛弃的理论的苍白骨架,这些理论曾经看似拥有永恒的生命。
"The soul of a person is revealed in their stories."