You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

When you follow your heart or your gut, when you truly follow the things that feel right to you and the things that you love, then you can never lose.

爱就是冒着受伤的风险，而不爱则是保证了一生的虚度。

出自唐代百丈禅师怀海的《无题》，意思是面对一切的人、事、地、物，有缘分就留下来，没有缘分就离开；就像在清风吹拂下的白云一样轻轻随风漂浮，悠闲自在，没有非如此不可的执著。