Our eyes see too much of the outside world and too little of the soul.
Perhaps the only thing that remains unchanged in the long river of history is love. What is love in this world? It is that which makes people vow to stay together through life and death. Only love makes this world less lonely, cold, and fearful.
Life is indeed imperfect; everyone has their flaws. In fact, without imperfections, we would have no way to measure perfection. On second thought, isn't imperfection a form of perfection in itself?
Time will make you mature. Confidence is vital, appropriate choices are necessary, and the ability to endure the process is essential. Psychological adjustment should be a regular practice, and the pursuit of success requires unremitting effort. Joy is found through continuous success.
That is exactly how he was. After traveling for a while, they came to the side of a great forest; to reach the capital, they would have to pass through this forest. However, there were two paths: one took seven days, and the other only two; but neither knew which path was shorter. The two travelers sat under an oak tree, discussing how to prepare and how many days' worth of bread they should carry.
Life is like a song, with moments of high-pitched joy and low-pitched melancholy; life is like climbing stairs, telling yourself, "Keep going!"
When you are alone, you should reflect on who you have met, where you have been, and in what times. How far you have gone and in which direction. How many stories you have and what experiences you have had. Ask yourself if you are staying true to your heart. You must understand that everything you do is to pursue a certain state—a sense of self-satisfaction and happiness. So, if there is a problem, solve it; if it cannot be solved, let it be.
Without dreams, why talk of poetry and distant lands?
Precisely because they lived ahead of their time, others might have perceived them as madmen or monsters.
Some classic philosophical short sentences about life: Be grateful to those who point out your shortcomings.
Everyone can only accompany you for a portion of your journey; sooner or later, you must part ways.
It is said that among all journeys, the furthest is the road back home. New flowers bloom year after year, pitying the traveler; a few thin horses stop as the sound of hoofbeats fades; untying the reins and looking around, the setting sun nears the gateway of home; climbing onto the frost on the temples of one's parents; have you ever thought of the wanderer's wishes? That year, the elder sister leaned by the window, embroidering a new wedding dress; now, the toddler stumbles and leans against the bed; has someone taken him to the riverbank to find clams? The clear water flows long over the stones; the ancestral hall on the stone steps is already covered in moss; has it been renovated with new beams? Have the swallows nesting under the roof flown away? Once, the young and the old sat together in joy; for a brief moment, all worldly ambitions fade away. No golden cup can replace the simple tea of those days; the road home is the most heart-wrenching; I shall wait to finish this journey.
On the other side of the river, guarding the hope of a return that may never come.
I stand leisurely on the hilltop, casting aside all worldly thoughts, as if immersed in a painting, wandering through a fairyland. The heart is so free, so unconstrained. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, feeling only that long-absent coolness of the mortal world in the air.
All things, whether good or bad, are facts. Maintain a bit of serenity in your heart. Life is a long hardship; if you are weary, speak of your weariness; if you are strong, speak of your strength; if you choose silence, why tell anyone. Coldness is in the heart, warmth is in the heart; a vast heaven and a cold autumn moon; this scenery and this flavor, one thought at a time, are wordless.
The greatest mistake in life is constantly worrying about making mistakes.
