那些許諾我們?nèi)碎g天堂的人除了地獄什么都沒有搞出來。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
It's not what happens to us, but our response to what happens to us that hurts us.