已有 183 次阅读 2020-8-13 15:36 系统分类:成长记录
I needed to tell him, silently, that things might change, grow or fail, but that life did go on.
They say you only really appreciate a garden once you reach a certain age, and I suppose there is a truth in that.
There seems to be something miraculous about seeing the relentless optimism of new growth after the bleakness of winter, a kind of joy in the difference every year, the way nature chooses to show off different parts of the garden to its full advantage.
It’s just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man.
One cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one’s soul.
--------Me Before You
Beauty is also a gift of God, one of the most rare and precious, and we should be thankful if we are happy enough to possess it and thankful, if we are not, that others possess it for our pleasure.
-------- The Painted Veil
Well, let it pass, he thought: April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
-----A Short stories by FITZGERALD
Resentments stirred up other resentments, reopened old scars, turned them into fresh wounds, and both were dismayed at the desolating proof that in so many years of conjugal battling they had done little more than nurture their rancor.
----------Love in the Time of Cholera