我们
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
"We are all the heroes of our own stories."
"Language is the house we live in, and poetry is the window."
We are all ghosts of ourselves, haunting our own lives.
The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and they always will be.
We are all our own prisons, and our own jailers.
"Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats."
"Memory is the diary we all carry about with us."
"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams."
"Time is what keeps the light from reaching us."
"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
"We are all just walking each other home."
"The past is always with us, whether we acknowledge it or not."
"Identity is a story we tell ourselves, and sometimes we have to rewrite it."
"The stories we tell shape who we are."
"We are all the same, but we are all different."
"Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them."
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Memory is what we thought we’d forgotten; it’s also what we thought we’d remember.