There is only one thing worse than injustice, and that is justice without her sword in her hand. When right is not might it is evil.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
The hardest part was letting go, not taking part.
灵魂就像一个无人居住的世界,只有当上帝将头靠在我们身上时,它才会复苏。