Life is too ironic to fully understand. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence. 人生总是充满讽刺,让人费解。总要伤了心,才明白什么是快乐;总要喧哗后,才懂得宁静难得;总要有些人不在了,才发现TA在身边有多珍贵。
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.我们都有自己的时间机器。有一些会带着我们回去,它们叫做记忆;有一些会带着我们往前,它们叫做梦想。
It’s better to try hard to love yourself more than to wait someone to love u. if today you don't like yourself more than yesterday, so what's the meaning of tomorrow? 与其等到别人来爱你,不如自己学着努力多爱自己一些,如果今天的你没有比昨天更喜欢自己,那明天对你来说有什么意义呢?