April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
The true value of a forest lies in its ability to balance ecological needs with human aspirations.
记忆是件奇怪的事。它的运作方式和我以为的不同。我们不是在回忆,而是在重写记忆,就像历史被重写一样。回忆就是重塑,就是重新想象。
如果你对每隻向你吠的狗,都停下来扔石头,你永远到不了目的地。