
爱
The pain of loss is the price we pay for the joy of love.
The heart is a labyrinth where love and pain are intertwined.
To love is to risk everything, but to not love is to risk even more.
Love is the only thing that can save us from ourselves.
Love is a battlefield where we all lose something.
The heart is a fragile thing, easily broken, but also capable of immense love and resilience.
What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.
What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.
What is a hero without love for mankind?
What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.