Touch me. Dont be afraid. I cant hurt you. Go ahead and touch my smooth surface. Feel the cold, glass-like smoothness and the crevices and lines that make me what I am. Use both hands if you wish. We are more similar than you dare to believe. Touch m...
一旦变换看问题的角度，你的生活会豁然开朗，幸福快乐会接踵而来。别交出掌握命运的主动权，也别指望局面会不可思议的好转。你必须与内心希望与热情步调一致。建立自信，敢于与困难...
一篇古希伯莱文这样写道：爱即生死相许。由此看来，并非每个人都体验过如此深沉的爱。贫穷不断扩散，罪恶继续蔓延和战争频繁发生，这一切都表明，世界急需真爱。但是，何谓真爱？...
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter: Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it. 有时我们的命运就像冬天里的一棵果树：当时，谁会去想这棵果树的枝叶会...
如果有一天你想要哭，请呼唤我，我会和你一起哭泣。如果有一天你想要逃避，尽管呼唤我，我可以和你一起离开。 If one day you feel like crying... Call me. I dont promise that I will make you laugh, But I can...
祝愿你能以光明照亮内心，坚定心灵的信仰，让它在你心中生根发芽。 祝愿你在最黑暗的时候看到光明。因为黑夜尽头总是光明，阳光总在风雨后。 祝愿你能发现黑暗之美，无论身处的环境多...
请不要拒绝你的自由，和自由一起欢悦吧，珍惜自由，每天都去充分地利用你的自由!记住：你有自由创造你一直憧憬着的生活，选择权就在你手里 Of all the wonderful gifts that we've been given, one of...
我带着小狗，早早出发， 去看大海； 美人鱼从海底 出来看我， I Started Early - Took My Dog Emily Dickinson (1830-86) I started Early - Took my Dog And visited the Sea The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me And Fri...
生命中不可能一帆风顺，一路顺畅，人们习惯于接受美好的事，然而当失败或恐惧迎向你时，我深觉似乎很多人无法面对它们，因此失去正视现实生活的勇气。当你觉得沮丧失落能量低迷，别...
每个人-这个世界上的每一个人都有一个梦想：一种激情，一种他们对生活的渴望，就是这个渴望推动着他们向前。你，我的朋友，在你的内心深处也有一种这样的渴望，它会时而轻声向你呼唤...
Home Thoughts From Abroad by Robert Browning Oh, to be in England now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the cha...
It Is Not Always May by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The sun is bright, - the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing. And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue you winding river flows, It seems an outlet from t...
青春有一种永生之感它能弥补一切。人在青年时代好像一尊永生的神明。诚然，生命的一半已经消逝，但蕴藏着不尽财富的另一半还有所保留，我们对它也抱着无穷的希望和幻想。未来的时代...
The Pride of Youth by Walter Scott Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. tell me ,thou bonny bird, when shall I marry ye? --when six braw gentlemen kirkward shall carry ye. who makes the brida...
Morning Song--Sylvia Plath Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Sha...
