We all pursue warmth: the warmth of food, of friends, of lovers. The best friend is one who remains constant, always offering a sense of warmth. You enjoy spending time with them; you care about them, yet you don't need to meet frequently. Every time you think of them, your heart feels warm. — Chia Shiu Hsien, "Thank You for Leaving Me"
If time cannot make you forget those you should not remember, what is the meaning of the years we have lost?
Heaven is not above me, but in my heart. The love I have enjoyed is the little boat that carries me across time to the shore of that heaven.
It is the good lover who causes a woman heartbreak.
He often says, "I wish we had met earlier." Time plays its tricks, indifferent to human will. Since our timing for meeting was so poor, perhaps we should find the best time to part ways? — "You Were the Love of My Life"
Does he or she truly love you, or is it merely pretense? Blow on a dandelion; the more cotton fluff remains, the deeper the other person's love for you.
A woman may be able to buy a building, but we cannot say men made no contribution. However, their contribution goes unrecognized; they never directly paid for the purchase.
Do not imagine spending my money.
If a woman likes you, she will like you even if you are a scoundrel without a single redeeming quality. If she does not like you, it is meaningless no matter how benevolent you are.
Being a lazy lover is also a kind of happiness. From then on, one is loved, pampered, held in the palm of a hand, indulged and protected. In their eyes, one sees the former self, deeply devoted and painfully bound by love, and finally understands that love is never absolutely fair; where there are happy moments, there are also regrets.
I miss the one who misses me. If he no longer loves me, why should I miss him? I cannot miss those who do not miss me.
