你在我的左手边

假使，人生是环线地铁，那么我们会认真地站在这里等，等我们的幸福绕一大圈后，仍然不离不弃地从远方来。

投觉

马尔克斯在《百年孤独》里说，无论走到哪里，都应该记住，过去都是假的，回忆是一条没有尽头的路，一切以往的春天都不复存在，就连那最坚韧而又狂乱的爱情归根结底也不过是一种转瞬即逝的现实。 我们经常被过去的回忆所骚扰，被未来的期望所牵引，当下却毫无醒觉。当下，不是现象学意义上的当下，甚至不是时间意义上的当下。过去心不可得，未来心不可得，现在心不可得。当下，是如其所是的当下，是你听到秋风扫落叶的声音，但是，不会去分别好坏、大小、烈柔，不会去攀缘，只是如其所是的听到。就像你把茶杯拿起来，放到唇边，那个当下，没有分别，没有取舍，没有攀缘，没有得失。当下，如是我闻，如其所是。

天意

当你天下无敌的时候，你就是这世上最寂莫最痛苦的人

羞耻

The air there is full of unasked questions. But their smell is faint, and the flowers in the many maturing gardens, the trees lining the avenues, the perfumes worn by the beautiful soignee ladies of the neighbourhood quite overpower this other, too-abstract odour.You can get anywhere in Pakistan if you know people, even into jail.Shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture.Shame: a short word, but one containing encyclopaedias of nuance. It was not only shame that his mothers forbade him to feel, but also embarrassment, discomfiture, decency, modesty, shyness, the sense of having an ordained place in the world, and other dialects of emotion for which English has no counterparts.