人性这根曲木,决然造不出任何笔直的东西。
世间美好的事物往往不牢固,彩云容易消散,琉璃容易破碎
文学是燃烧在我们内心的火焰,一种消耗和净化的火焰,一种照亮和温暖的火焰。
Success is not about being the best, but about being better than you were yesterday.
有人问作家张晓风:我们怎样才能够爱一个人而不受伤?张晓风如此作答。