永远
The novel is an art form that is always in crisis, always on the verge of disappearing, and that's what keeps it alive.
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
The thing about life is that it's never the way you think it's going to be.
Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
The past is always there, but it's not the only thing that's there.
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
The true artist is always a child.