悲伤只是无处安放的爱。
Grief is just love with no place to go.
我们仍然是我们命运的主人,我们仍然是我们灵魂的主宰。
重要的不是想法,而是实现想法。
She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.