记忆就像拼贴画 - 有些部分清晰,有些褪色,随着时间的推移重新排列。
They just keep trotting back and forth across the bridge thinking there is something better on the other side. If they'd hang head down at the top of the thing and wait quietly, maybe something good would come along. But no—with men it's rush, rush, rush, every minute. I'm glad I'm a sedentary spider.
We need to reshape our own perception of how we view ourselves. We have to step up as women and take the lead.