如果我们说不同的语言，我们将感知到稍微不同的世界。
If we spoke a different language, we would perceive a somewhat different world.
A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
未被表达的情绪永远不会消亡。它们被活埋，并将在未来以更丑陋的方式涌现。
生活不是如何在风暴中生存，而是如何在雨中起舞。