How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.

A tree is a symbol of hope—rooted in the present, reaching for the future.

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

选择理论忽略了大多数人类行为是基于习惯而非精心计算的决策这一事实。

我正在过我穷困潦倒时梦寐以求的生活。