I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.
Memory is a wound that never heals, and literature is the bandage we put on it.
"I don’t have to be so afraid of good-bye, because good-bye doesn’t have to be forever."
市場(chǎng)的效率往往取決于信息傳遞的好壞。