Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
悲伤就像海洋；它如潮水般起伏。有时水面平静，有时却势不可挡。我们所能做的就是学会游泳。
君子不救人，不是没有能力，而是不愿意去做。
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.
每个物体都有一个等待被讲述的影子故事。
The city is the most complex work of art.
The only way to be a writer is to write.
