To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
The more you know about yourself, the more patience you have for what you see in others.
Maktub. If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day.
幸福并不容易。很难在我们内心找到它,更不可能在别处找到它。