【释义】没有家里的亲人或内部之人牵引,外部的坏人不会主动找上门来。
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous—to poetry.
Opportunity lies in the place where the complaints are.