The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
The past whispers to us through our genes.
那个握着你的手却说了错话的朋友,比那个远离你的朋友更珍贵。
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.