Quality is remembered long after the price is forgotten.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
通过不属于我们的模式来解释我们的现实,只会让我们越来越陌生,越来越不自由,越来越孤独。