The furthest distance in the world Is not between life and death But when I stand in front of you Yet you don't know that I love you 译：世界上最遥远的距离,不是生与死 而是我就站在你的面前,你却不知道我爱你 作者：泰戈尔《泰戈尔诗集》
Don‘t cry because it is over, smile because it happened 不要因为结束而哭泣,微笑吧,为你的曾经拥有.——托玛斯?布朗英文诗歌
If winter comes, can spring be far behind ?( P. B. Shelley, British poet ) 冬天来了,春天还会远吗?( 英国诗人, 雪莱. P. B.)
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" “不论我们的灵魂是什么做成的,他的和我的是一模一样的.”-艾米莉?勃朗特的小说《呼啸山庄》
His mind was made up that he was not going to spend all of his days, like Tames and Andrew, in bargaining, or all his nights, by candlelight, over long columns of figures. He felt keenly, as his brothers did not, the social stigma attached to those “in trade.” Gerald wanted to be a planter. With the deep hunger of an Irishman who has been a tenant on the lands his people once had owned and hunted, he wanted to see his own acres stretching green before his eyes.
Gerald knew that northward beyond that stream the land was still held by the Cherokees, so itwas with amazement that he heard the stranger jeer at suggestions of trouble with theIndians and narrate how thriving towns were growing up and plantations prospering in thenew country.
An hour later when the conversation began to lag, Gerald, with a guile that belied the wideinnocence of his bright blue eyes, proposed a game.
Life is a chess-board The chess-board is the world: the pieces are the phenomena of the universe; the rules of the game are what we call the laws of nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that his play is always fair, just and patient. But also we know, to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for ignorance.
By Thomas Henry Huxley