Guardian: Zhen Hun Gönderileri
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There are times when such a thing as love is like a fragile pane of glass. It doesn’t matter what kind of love it is: nothing can glue it back together after it shatters, even if the ones involved no longer cared, even if they have already chosen to forgive.
That’s why a person should be faithful to oneself unto death. Whether choosing to be so selfish as to hurt countless without regrets, or to cherish another’s affection from the beginning, even at the risk of looking like a fool.
If ‘death’ is chaos, then ‘life’ is a never-ending struggle.
Maybe when someone reaches the place that they can’t step back or move forward, they would hope for time to just stop there. Then they wouldn’t need to continue walking forward or turning back. Just stay at that one point, unmoving; lying to themself, lying to others.
However, the clock’s hands will always continue moving forward. Time cannot stop for anybody.
I am rich with the wonders of the world. When you think of it, they are nothing but a few running creeks and lush mountains -- nothing to be awed over. Out of everything I have, the only thing worth something is my sincere heart. You want it? Take it.
He didn’t want to miss Shen Wei. He didn’t dare.
For the first time in his life, he knew what it felt like to yearn for someone so much, it felt like a hole had been carved in his heart.
As it turns out, there is a kind of love that is a knife in the heart.
If one has no choice in life, one would rather not live.
All these years have made me realise, there are four things in life you can't get too bogged down in: forever, morality, virtue, and life and death.
Insistence can sometimes be a virtue. But if you insist too much on 'forever', your fear of losing someone will blur your vision; if you insist too much on 'morality', it will just become a stubborn obsession, most things are not so black and white; if you insist too much on 'virtue', you will become conceited, and try to change the rules to suit your values; if you insist too much on 'life and death', you're dwelling on the insignificant, and you would just be living a second-rate life.
There are just some things that ought not to be questioned, ought not to be dwelled upon. What's done is done, whether it was right or wrong matters not. Wouldn't you rather think about the future?
I love you till the sky crumbles and the earth shatters into splinters.
He wants to extend his hands and embrace that warm body; kiss his eyes, hair and lips, taste and devour him in whole, and possess his everything.