我们越是试图控制世界，它就越从指间溜走。
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
The only thing standing between you and your goal is the story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it.
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
在深冬里，我终于明白，我内心有一个不可战胜的夏天。
La solitude est bonne aux grandes âmes et aux méchants.