我们
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
In silence, we hear the truest voice.
In solitude, we find ourselves.
In darkness, we learn to cherish the light.
We cannot choose the times, but we can choose how to respond to them.
In despair, we can find true hope.
The meaning of life lies in how we give it meaning.
In darkness, we can truly see ourselves.
We cannot change the past, but we can change how we view it.
Real suffering does not come from outside, but from how we understand it.
The most important questions in life often have no answers, and we must learn to live with them.
We cannot choose our fate, but we can choose how to face it.
Words are the only homeland we have.
Literature is the memory of humanity, the record of our collective soul.
