It has been said that time heals all wounds.I do not agree.The wounds remain.In time,the mind,protecting its sanity,covers them with scar tissue,and the pain lessens,but it is never gone.
The past is our definition, we may strive which could be the reason to escape it，or escape what is bad in it. But we will escape only by adding something better to it.
「God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.」The battle between these two halves of identity who we are and who we pretend to be, is unwinnable.
If we choose to, we can live in a world of comforting illusion. We can allow ourselves to be deceived by false realities, or we use them to hide our true intentions.
How did it happen that their lips came together How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill A kiss, and all was said.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams, and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities. I offer you the loyalty of a human who has never been loyal.
Just like the seasons, people have the ability to change. It doesn’t happen very often. But when it does, it’s almost always right. Sometimes it takes what’s broken becoming whole again. Sometimes it takes opening up to new people and letting them in. But most times, it takes just one person who is truly afraid to show what they feel getting an opportunity they never thought possible.
Murder is unique in that it abolishes the party it injures. So that society must take the place of the victim, and on his behalf, demand atonement or grant forgiveness
Some say love is a river. Some say love’s a silly song. Some say love is all around us. It lifts us up where we belong. Some say love is hearing laughter in the rain.
Be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my ow』s blood. All that I ask of you iurn is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankinse.
格洛莉亞靠在沙發上，顯得有些低落，「我覺得我們到了適當的時間迎來愛情結晶，但福爾摩斯先生自從去年經歷了一起死亡案後便改變了主意，那起案件中死者多年前曾經沾染藥癮瀕死，而她在生育時，因藥癮經歷受損的心髒難以支撐孕育的壓力，導致意外猝死。你知道的，我的器官受損情況恐怕比這個可憐的姑娘強不了多少，雖然這只是微乎其微的幾率，但夏洛克顯然打起了double ine no kids的主意。」
