《关睢》这首诗,快乐而不过分,哀婉而不伤恸。
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
我们会死,这让我们成为幸运者。大多数人永远不会死,因为他们永远不会出生。
"Truth is not found in the light, but in the shadows where we dare not look."