The passing years feel like looking through a dusty pane of glass—visible but unreachable. People often long to break through that glass to return to the vanished past.
The bottom line of love between men and women is not as simple as leaving when hurt. Sometimes, once the physical pain fades, one finds themselves returning to the same person.
The loneliest moment is watching the entire world collapse while standing there with a vacant stare. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
If we are kind, we should empathize with the misfortunes and sufferings of all; yet, people can only seek lifelong partners based on their own circumstances.
Being too polite in social interactions can be unsettling, yet it helps avoid unnecessary trouble by not wasting energy on meaningless relationships.
In truth, nothing in this world can truly hurt you. If you become sufficiently detached and indifferent, tempering your heart into a hard, smooth stone, you will become untouchable.
We think that by covering our eyes we can stop seeing the world, by covering our ears we can stop hearing troubles, or by stopping our feet we can stop our hearts from wandering, believing all we need is just an embrace.
Keep a smile for life; it is a practice that brings both personal persistence and a sense of happiness to others.
Perhaps one day, as I perch on a branch, I become a hunter's target; as I fly into the blue sky, I realize I am utterly alone.
Willing to sacrifice everything for friends, yet equally devoted to love.
A dew-kissed rose is destined for love; a pure meadow is destined to become a poem; and our worlds are miraculously intertwining.
Action brings hope. Often, when you feel a goal is impossible, it is simply because you haven't started walking yet.
I know I cannot forget, nor can I face life without you, but I choose to let go only because I love you too much.
The deep emotion in the eyes and the subtle language of the body convey a sense of love, filled with the sweetness of happiness and the beauty of longing, immersing one in a lovely illusion of affection.
Life is like a blossoming tree—sometimes quiet, sometimes passionate, sometimes lonely, and sometimes brilliant. As time deepens, souls of innocence, vitality, or contemplation leave their marks amidst the bustle of the world.
