1. At that time, it felt as if all the men in the past and all the men in the future had cast their shadows into the present.

2. As long as people are happy, they can stand any discipline: it is unhappiness that destroys work habits.

3. We can love with our own hearts, but can we love only with our own hearts? Love always extends itself, so we can even love with our unconscious nails: we can even love with our own clothes, so even the sleeves can feel the other sleeves.

4. I am always proud of myself: I don't owe anyone in the world.

5. I think with envy that if a person has something securely, he never needs to use it.

6. I feel lonely, as if a lie has always been my only friend.

7. Sometimes, I see my own shadow too clearly in those who pursue ease. At this time, I will have a strong desire to believe in the virtues of saints and heroes.

8. I refuse to believe that love can be expressed in any other way than my own: I measure the depth of love by my jealousy. By this standard, of course, she can't love me at all.

9. I don't care about the cold. It's still dark here. In the dark, I will believe everything.

11. Some people have virtues that you don't have. Such people always make you want to tease.

11. In the midst of pain, we seem to be aware of our existence, although the manifestation of this existence is a deformed egoism: my pain is personal pain, and the twitching nerve is my nerve, not someone else's.

12. If I believed it was possible to find something to replace my desire at that time, I would become as good as a student.

13. It seems that hate, like love, acts on the same glands in our bodies: even the actions they produce are the same.

14. His daily habits are the same as before. I love them just like a person loves an old dress. I feel protected by his habits. I never want anything new and weird.

15. I never thought that the gospels were written so early, but I don't see how important it is when the legendary things came out.

16. My love is as mean as my hate.

17, I magnify every lie into betrayal, even in the most straightforward words, I have to read some implied meanings.

18. When we come to the end of our lives, we will trick ourselves into believing in God just like a gourmet asks for more complicated sauces when eating.

19, he is just a person-one of all of us. He seems to be the first enemy soldier we met on the battlefield; This enemy soldier is dead, indistinguishable from other fallen soldiers; He is neither a white army nor a red army, but just a person like ourselves.

21. Insecurity is the worst feeling that lovers can have: sometimes, the most ordinary and monotonous marriage seems to be better than it. Insecurity can distort the meaning of things and poison mutual trust.

21. If two people love each other, they will sleep together. This is a mathematical formula that has been tested and confirmed by human experience.

22. My novel is falling behind, but my love is coming to an end like a fleeting inspiration.

23. I laughed until tears came to my face. During the blitzkrieg launched by Nazi Germany, I once saw a man laughing loudly outside his bombed house, and his wife and children were buried under the house.

24. We can't always welcome women around us, even when we are in love.

25. You don't have to be sorry. I know what it's like when people are in pain.

26. People have so many things to tell a child, such as how the world came from. I want to tell him about death, and I want to erase all the lies they instilled in him at school from his mind.

27, I can't let him know: I envy him, envy him with a painful mark on his face, and see you in the mirror every day, instead of this worldly thing we call "beauty".

28. When people have a bad life, they will envy others' happiness.

29. In pain, we seem to be aware of our existence, although the manifestation of this existence is a deformed egoism. But happiness will destroy us and make us lose ourselves.

31. Sorrow and depression are the same as resentment: they make men look ugly because of self-pity and anger, and they also make us selfish.

31. I want ordinary, degenerate and mortal love.

32. Doubt, like faith, can be the product of hysteria.

33. I'm not sure I don't believe in God, but I don't want to.

34. Sometimes we are so happy that we have never had so much happiness in our life. We seem to be carving the same statue together, carving the shape of the statue from each other's pain, but I don't know anything about the basic idea of the statue.

35. I don't mind a little superstition. It reminds people that this world is not everything.

36. Insecurity is the worst feeling that lovers can have: sometimes, the most ordinary and monotonous marriage seems to be better than it. Insecurity can distort the meaning of things and poison mutual trust. In a besieged city, every sentry is a potential traitor.

37. It's not just tragedy that hurts us: absurd things can also hurt people. They are wearing a funny-looking, unpretentious wounding weapon.

38. One has to make a choice sooner or later, otherwise everything will be messed up.

39. My mother gave me this book written by Langer when I was ill. If a person who is not sick steals this book, he will hit a big hole in his head. But if you are sick in bed, you can take it to see.

41. It is said that eternity is not the permanence of time, but the absence of time.

41. For the first time, I feel like I almost love you. I walk under your window in the rain, and I want to stay under your window all night just to show that I can still learn to love; I am no longer afraid of the desert, because you are there.

42. If people are emotional, they don't ask for a thing to be reasonable.

43. She is beautiful, and beautiful women, especially beautiful and smart women, will arouse a deep sense of inferiority in my heart.

44. I am pushing the only thing I cherish out of my life bit by bit.

45. Morris's pain is integrated into his writing: you can hear his nervous trembling through the sentences he wrote. Well, if pain can make a writer, then I am learning to be a writer, and so is Morris.

46. In the process of novelist's writing, so much work is done unconsciously: in the depths of unconsciousness, the last word has been written before the first word falls on the paper. The details of the story are in our memory, so we don't have to make them up.

47. People can't help but get tired of living a life of lying from the east to the west.

48. I feel sick. Can I have some more orange juice?

49. Look, I love you. It's just that love is not as sure as hate that it will be heard by the other party.

51. To me at least, she is herself, an independent person-not like a small piece of porcelain, a part of the house, which needs to be handled with care.

51. In the past, she always called me "you" and always said on the phone, "Is that you? Can you? Would you? Do you do it? " I always think like a fool for a few minutes at a time: there is only one "you" in the world, and that is me.

52. Love happens like a small death, and people in love sometimes enjoy a little peace.

53. Dear Lord, if only you could come down from your cross for a while and let me climb on it. If I can suffer like you, then I can recover like you.

54. I am alone and I want to be alone. If I can't have you, I'll be alone forever.

55. I will go to your place tonight and every night from now on. I'm tired of living without you.

56. My hatred makes me believe that she is still alive: only my love knows that she is gone, just like a dead bird no longer exists.

57. Think of thousands of people all over the world who are praying at this moment, but their prayers have not been answered.

58, the desire to compensate for physical defects, the desire to gain strength, because my poor face attached to the devil never arouses other people's physical desires, so it becomes a strong desire to be appreciated by others. I really want to touch his face and comfort it with words of love as long as the wound itself.

59. The pendulum of my desire swings back and forth wearily. It is a desire to forget and remember, to die and to linger for a moment.

61. People always say that when Catholics repent, they get rid of the shadow of the past-in this regard, you can really say that she is a born Catholic, even though she doesn't believe in God as much as I do, or I thought at the beginning that I still doubt that she doesn't believe in God as much as I do today.

61. For me, comfort is like a false memory in the wrong place or at the wrong time: people would rather not be comfortable when they are lonely.

62, as long as you make an apology, you can quietly take off your own mistakes. How easy it is for us to believe this!

63. How many weeks have passed. I want to see you now, tonight.

64. When I wrote down the word "behave yourself", it was somewhat ironic, but if I look inside myself, I will find that people who behave themselves only have admiration and trust. They look so calm, just like a village with a stone wall on the top of a Mao seen by people from passing cars on the highway, which makes people think of peace and tranquility.

65. At that time, there was a whole life ahead of us.

66. To tell the truth, I am embarrassed. In the days when we are in love, I always try to get her to tell less truth-that our relationship will never end and that we will get married one day. I won't believe her, but I will like to hear these words from her mouth, perhaps just to get a satisfaction of making my own decisions and not believing her words.

67. No one knows the beginning of a thing.

68. Insecurity can distort the meaning of things and poison mutual trust. In a besieged city, every sentry is a potential traitor.

69. I still don't understand: those who can believe in such an impossible thing as a personified god make a fuss about a personified ghost.

71. I think I can believe in some kind of god that has nothing to do with ourselves, something chaotic, shapeless and cosmic.

71. You know that there is nothing in yourself that anyone except your parents or God will love, but now you find and believe that someone loves you. This is really strange.

72. We both need a rest. I'm tired. I'm tired of living without you, Sarah.

73. Unhappy feelings are much easier to express than happy feelings.

74. It is not enough just to love. We have to love first, but I don't know how to love. But I need love. I need it so much.

75. It seems that hate, like love, acts on the same glands in our bodies: even the actions they produce are the same. If no one teaches us how to explain the story of Jesus' crucifixion, can we tell whether Judas or timid Peter loves Christ from the actions of Judas and Peter alone?

76. Women will exaggerate the importance of their lovers. They never expected that one day, a love letter with bad words would be marked as "interesting" with five shillings? How depressing the scene will be when a new bid price appears in the catalogue of handwritten goods.

77. I don't know where he is. We lost touch. We are in the same desert, looking for the same spring, but we can't see each other, and we are always alone. I say this because if we are together, the desert will no longer be a desert.

78. It's really pleasant and sad to see you in a place where the past will always pass.

79. I refuse to believe that love can be expressed in any other way than my own: I measure the depth of love by my jealousy.

81. I will die little by little every day, but I am eager to keep the pain. As long as people suffer, they are still alive.

81. Sometimes, a cliche with worldly wisdom will pop up from the conversation like a note implying that bad luck is inevitable.

82. "All right." She said. I can almost imagine the disappointment contained in the word "ok"-that's how our self-esteem deceives us.

83. I can tell the moment when it started, and then, one day, I know I can tell the last moment.

84. If they think you appreciate them, they will appreciate you because of your good eye. And when they appreciate you, you will think that you really have something to praise. I have tried my best to live in this illusion all my life. Classic first love letter

Dear Love Princess:

I love you!

Your beauty attracts me, and your laughter is as sweet as dew after rain.

Your hair is pulled by the wind, your dress is gently brushed and dragged by the wind, and you bend down and gently smooth the footprints on the beach. I only feel that I am the captain of the boat, waiting for you in the evening wind.

You may not have dimpled dimples, but your smile must be that the moon is closed and the flowers are ashamed.

you really have.