Love well, whip well.
The wheel turns; nothing is ever new.
Everything is the same, but you are not here, and I still am. In separation the one who goes away suffers less than the one who stays behind.”
Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss. But every once in a while you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
the way you anything is the way you do everything.
Up above the world so high
nothing is true,everything is permitted
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来 慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神 那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影 多少人爱过你青春的片影 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或是真情 惟独一人爱你那朝圣者的心 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕 在炉栅边，你弯下了腰 低语着，带着浅浅的伤感 爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山 怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸
Get a livelihood and then practice virtue.
The place where the land ends and the sea begins
Like barley bending In low fields by the sea,Singing in hard windCeaselessly.Like barley bendingAnd rising again,So would I, unbroken,Rise from pain;So would I softly,Day long, night long,Change my sorrowInto song.