If we are good at helping others and understand the value of giving and dedication, we will surely earn sincere treatment in return. As friends multiply, loneliness and isolation fade, and unhappiness disappears with them.
Twenty years ago, we were too young; twenty years from now, we will be too old. But now, neither young nor old, walking together is just right.
Have you always been alone? Have you ever had a companion? Do you know what will happen? Do you know? I do not know. I do not know why I am this way. I do not know. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can only recognize my own pupils. They sit on this aging face. Do you know? Sometimes I feel I was born at the wrong time. Perhaps we are both relics of the past.
Human life is but one journey. It is not eternal; it has a beginning and an end. We revere its unyielding nature, but even more so, we revere its subtle, ruthless passing. Life needs our love. In loving life, we perceive a deeper meaning within it.
At night, I embrace sorrow and then untie its braids. Closing the door is not to imprison joy, but to free sadness.
I have never needed others to tell me how to live. My choices have made me who I am today. My stories, my dreams, my mistakes, and my successes all belong to me.
Love is left with nothing but helplessness; I have never been willing to guess again.
Spilled water cannot be recovered. Once things have happened, no one can change them. The wood has already become a boat; what can be done? Whether we draw lessons from events or remain trapped by them depends entirely on us.