Much of what sophisticates loftily refer to as the "complexity of the real world” is in fact the inconsistency in their own minds.
生活不是等待暴风雨过去，而是学会在雨中跳舞。
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another.