The sun shines brightly, parental love is immense, a gentleman's tolerance is vast, and a petty person's temper is great.
In love, we all feel insecure. Because we care so much, we fear losing what we hold dear.
A person's happiness is not determined by how much they possess, but by how little they dwell on it.
Life is like peeling an onion; there will always be a layer that brings tears.
One day, if you revisit a familiar place, will it stir lingering nostalgia for the joys and sorrows it once gave you? Will it lead you into deep reflection, retracing your past footsteps, remembering every promise once made?
Even the best things will one day be lost, and even the deepest memories may fade over time.
When acting, you need not conform to the world, nor be entirely different. Do not seek to please others, nor to provoke dislike.
In life, the pages we least wish to part with are always hidden the deepest.
Base your learning on virtue to understand how to live; base it on adaptability to understand survival.
Solitude can also be beautiful. We all experience it because we live in a mundane world. One comes alone, and eventually leaves alone.
Every day you live now is the youngest day of the rest of your life.
Use your own mind to think about life and your own hands to create it.
Master the book, do not let the book master you; read for life, not live for reading.
The rainbow after sun and rain, the tacit understanding among siblings, the smile of a stranger, seeing elderly hands held together; listening to the rain indoors, running to catch a train, returning home.