死亡很可能是唯一的、最好的生命創(chuàng)造。它是生命的促變者。它送走老一代,給新一代開出道路。
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆舊平裝書,書頁已經(jīng)變得松軟,仿佛它們曾經(jīng)屬于大海。
愛就是冒著受傷的風(fēng)險(xiǎn),而不愛則是保證了一生的虛度。
圣人警戒于事情發(fā)展的苗頭;愚人恐懼于事情明顯暴露后。
Challenge the status quo, but respect the wisdom of those who came before you.