Tired, not death, love is bitter.
There is a serious flaw, it is easy to boring.
A husband’s rights, in my opinion is a kind of grace.
A man who is discouraged by the attack, always a loser.
The greatest tragedy in life is not death, but they are no longer love.
Two people walking side by side, it was pleasant.
The great tragedy of life is not that men die, but that they are not loved.
Easy to change the habit to get rid of some bad habits, this is a sad life.
It is not easy for a knife edge over; therefore the wise man said salvation is difficult.
The average person is the kind of person they want to do, but the kind of person they have to do.
If we just don’t want to taunt each other in this way, things are what progress.
If your happiness is no longer so strong, so your pain also not so worried.
To understand a man’s mind, the best way is to put yourself from his point of view.
If a man can’t win a woman’s love, it will be his fault, not hers.
Only the poet and the saints can believe that the hard water on the asphalt pavement will produce the lily.
Vanity was hit in the hearts of women arouse hatred, would be better than under the slaughter of the lioness cub.
What is art? Art is the expression of feelings, and the use of art is a language that everyone can understand.
Few men learn to reject women, so they understand the intention of a woman to speak, but also the old can not move.
The mean and the great, the evil and the good, the hatred and the love can be mutually not mutually exclusive and exist in the same heart.
Chasing dreams is chasing his own doom, in the ground is six pence in the street, he raised his head to see the moonlight.
Neither unextinguishable love if he loves her sooner or later will xinruan, will be unable to extricate themselves and continue to love her.
My life history has turned over a page; I feel that I can not escape from the death of those who have not lost a step closer.
Compassion is a very rare skill, but it is often abused by those who know that they have the ability.
What I want is to my attention, I want to Roast Beef and Yorkshire pudding, you give me bread and milk I was not satisfied.
Conscience is each of us the heart of the sentry, it guard on duty there, watching us, don’t make illegal things.
I can’t hope she loves me like I love her. I am a funny character. She allowed me to love her, so I felt happy.
The highest form of literature is poetry. Poetry is the ultimate aim of literature. It is one of the most noble activities of the human mind. It is a shortcut to beauty.
Love is everything to me, you are everything to me. But it’s just a little episode for you, how can I get it?
Clown lips smiling, his jokes are more funny, because when he funny he was he couldn’t stand alone.
If we view of a person by his attention, we complacent, if he is of the opinion and cared nothing at all, and we hate him.
As people fall in love, the difference between men and women is: woman can love all day long, while men are only at times made to do such a thing.
He taught that people are as high as he, and wisdom is the way to liberation. He taught, to misery doesn’t have to be a monk, as long as I get rid of a word.
Say so, the crux of the problem lies, is to figure out what kind of person you are, this is clear, you are a set of philosophical system is on autopilot.
Artist compared to other industry has a favorable place, they can not only mock the character of friends and instrumentation, and can also make fun of their works.
They will be in sight to see the sea to rent a small house, overlooking the front of the drill passing aboard a great ship, watched them towards the place that he can never get to.
I’m afraid of too much charm, they swallow you up. Finally, you became them to display their charm and false offerings. What I want is something to focus on.
This year we have been different from last year, our love is so. If we are still in love with the change in the people, this is really a happy accident.
I still do not understand how contradictory human nature, I do not know how many of the true nature of the nature, noble, or how many of the mean, or even in the evil can not find a virtue.
As a snob who sometimes feel that they are out of thin air forged a piece of artifacts of spiritual values, people have lost their excessive appreciation ability.
Time because it is fleeting, time because it is gone, so it is the most precious wealth in the world and the imaginary time throwing is a revel in the most exquisite pastime.
What will happen in the future, I don’t think about it at all. If all day thinking about today, worry about tomorrow, what do you mean? Is that things are so bad that no worse, I think there is always a way to go.
He was weak and vain, and he was so vain that you always have to be careful not to hurt his feelings. He put his idleness with idealism confused, that he would not be able to distinguish between the two.
In this cold world, unable to escape the evil always surrounds us, from the cradle to the grave. In this regard, good is a challenge or a response, although not, but it is our own independent a prove.
Beauty is the gift of God, the most rare, the most precious gift. If we are lucky to have beauty, we should be grateful. If we do not, then we should appreciate the beauty of others to bring us joy.
People born in the world, they suffer, the last two eyes closed, died away. Life has no meaning, people have no purpose. To be or not to be, to live or die, does not matter. Life is insignificant, and death is nothing.
The conversion can occur in different forms, and can be realized in different ways. Some people through the crisis, as the fury of a torrent. The stones are all of a sudden impact into powder; other people is due to the tip of the day, as if will continue to drop, sooner or later, to the stones worn out.
Might is the truth. There is no responsibility or moral, on its own, all the behavior is the same reason, the only moral standard is the national interest. Between individuals and the state to reach an agreement: the individual is in the interests of their own interests in accordance with national interests.
I know I will have to make their own to spend life feel sad regret, but I deny this regret what relationship with my own. Me now, frail and craggy, poverty and disease, death, but also closely to catch the soul in my hand, I have nothing to regret.
The end of life, like reading a book in the dusk. You keep reading, you don’t feel the light is getting darker and darker. But when you pause for a moment to read, you suddenly realize that it was dark; at this time the weather has been dark, you even read head; you will no longer see what pages has become meaningless things.
I want to live in the world, love everything in this world, nothing can hurt me, what all don’t hurt me, I am willing to accept the form of life, whether it is how sorrow; I think only endless, a life after a life to meet my begging, my energy, my curiosity.
Culture is something, not a ready-made clothes hand put on the line, but are absorbed into the body, to establish the character of nourishment, as food enhancement and development of the child’s body like; it’s not ornate modification, not to show off your knowledge, but a way to enrich the soul, to is really not easy.
Every time I think of you and me together it is pleasant, and every time I see the joy in your eyes, I am in ecstasy. I try my best to keep my love to the limit, or else I know that I can’t bear the consequences. I always pay attention to your looks, if you tired of showing a point I will change the way traces. A husband’s rights, in my opinion is a kind of grace.