I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.
译文：我在人群中千百次地寻找他，不经意间一回头，却发现那个人站在灯火稀疏、幽暗冷清的地方。
Your faith is your fortune.
最终，我们都是故事。重要的是我们如何讲述它们。