I never long for permanence; I only hope to live thoroughly. To burn brightly and reveal my true essence. The endless cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death proves the impermanence and fragility of this material world. Once we understand its suffering, we can participate in its games with joy and simplicity. The longest love is, in fact, loving oneself. But if one day I meet you, I would invite you to plunge into the ocean with me. Only when we become tiny droplets of water can we truly be eternal together. It is like a scripture I admire: "The world is a bridge; you can cross it, but do not build a house upon it." Our love is much the same. — Anne Lie, *A Letter*
In this fast-paced era, filled with excitement and anxiety, like a surging tide, an individual is caught in the midst, unable to escape—either move forward or fall behind. If you refuse to follow the will and desire of the masses, you will be seen as outdated, a failure, someone who has lost their value. You will be isolated. Those who attempt to walk against the current of time and people will eventually pay the price. — Anne Lie, *Spring Banquet*
I love to live intensely and abundantly, even if it is an illusion.
Always maintain a sense of awe—toward sunlight, toward beauty, and toward pain.
Withdrawing love for fear of being hurt might simply be a way of letting go. Every path brings its own wounds; though they come from different people, the pain remains the same.
The love you speak of is a joyful appreciation and admiration of body and mind. But my understanding of love does not belong to this world, nor is it limited to the present moment or even just between men and women. It exists even after life and the physical body are gone. It is lofty, transcendent, and breaks through all concepts and limitations.
