Weak people are not good at love, and being a romantic person requires hope. -- Life in London
May you be able to enrich the world because of the appearance of someone, may your life be like the gilded greeting on the greeting card, may this long time be gentle and safe, have memories to cook wine, may you have no weakness, do not need armor, may we waste life with our loved ones, tears, and immortality. I'm only one you away from the world, because it's you, and it doesn't matter if it's a little later. -- Zhang Haochen, "I am only one you away from the world"
I have no illusions about you at all.
I know you're stupid, frivolous, and empty-minded, yet I love you.
I know your intentions, your ideals, your snobbery, your vulgarity, but I love you. -- Maugham, The Veil
Instead of being lively and eye-catching, step by step, it is better to tend to be a real and natural person in the crowd, not ostentatious, not vain, and maintain a backward position at any time. The mind is fixed, just focus on doing things. - Baby Anne, "The Golden Hour of Su Nian"
If fate doesn't make you laugh, it's because you didn't understand the joke at all. -- "Xiang Taran"
I have loved you with sincerity and innocence, and I have gained nothing but sadness. Years later, I remembered that being able to say, "I once loved someone with sincerity and innocence," was the most comforting thing in my life. -- Grace Ge
If you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, then you want the rest of your life to start as early as possible. -- When Harry Meets Sally
All the green is the most beautiful, and the last regret is the most impressive. -- Liu Tong, "Whose Youth Is Not Confused"
"You are safely loved, and you should have the courage to do anything."
No one really masters the art of living, everyone just stumbles in the dark. -- Richard McGuire, "Here"
In my heart there was a cluster of flowers that grew in the face of the scorching sun, more fragrant than all wine, and the hot fragrance flooded the scarecrow's chest, and the spirit of the grass was boundless. -- Priest, "Silent Reading"