我曾从那门走出，最终却不得不心甘情愿再次走入，刀山血海，阿鼻地狱，那是我自己选择的路，去吧，或者在尽头等我，或者在开端，照亮我的山河万朵。——《千金笑》

“若是前路迷惘，看不到未来会如何，一切都是未知之数，你会怎么办？会放弃吗？”
“世间的事情，有什么是能看的清清楚楚的？就算现在看清，未来就不会难道未来就不会变了？别说前路迷惘，就算布满荆棘又如何？看准了方向，走下去便是了。”

第一、不要试图说服任何人，每个人都有自己的坚持，你不是他，不必明了别人的喜悲，你需要的只是一份妥协，让人心悦诚服是可遇而不可求的神话。
第二、不要向陌生人诉苦，将自己的血泪摊开来，不过是换得一声惊呼或者一记皱眉，这种同情最为菲薄而且廉价，得之亦无多少欢喜，若是不得反是沉重打击。而这世上总有一些貌似宽容实则苛刻的人，他们最擅长慷他人之慨，表达自己的慈悲。
第三、若是有人对他人严苛，独独对你温和，不要惊喜，马上离开。

永隔一江水

世上还赞颂沉默吗

我听晚风说 它要送你一支甜美的小夜曲

我心自有明月在，不堕地狱不跪佛。

春上枝头又人间

人苦不知足 得陇又望蜀

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没有人能说自己曾触摸过故事的结局。所有进程都发生在某个巨大缓慢的转折间，人争论，猜忌，死于其中，在盘桓里偶尔窥见宇宙的走向。没有人知道哪颗尘埃是最后一颗，只以许多平稳冗长的暂停间隙作为故事终结。唯有宇宙能看足够久，久到不再听见新的呼喊，回荡在山谷间的风真正消失。

在痛苦这一回事上，旁人劝慰的太多，都是无济于事。刀子不是落在自己身上，无法感受到疼痛。人们总以为轻飘飘的安慰几句，就能化解一切。

同类人只能当朋友，不同类的就无所谓了，反正也不怕，要走随便走，随你乐意，不差这一个。同类人就没办法了，稀少且可贵，在充满变数的生活稍微越过界限就是永恒的下坠，根本没有再浮到水面呼吸的机会。

Ostensibly,we all want love,but oddly,one of the hardest things to do is not hold it against people when they do actually turn around and reciprocate our feelings. It can be immensely hard not to think that those who offer us love are in some ways weak,mistaken,needy,craven,or just affective.It can feel a lot easier when love was unrequited.Our primary preoccupation was a thrilling dread that the admired person hadn't even noticed us.But now,there's finally no doubt anymore.It's really clear they do like us,and something troubling has arisen.We're feeling a bit sick.We're tempted to say we've got them wrong.They can't be the admirable people we thought they were.But the issue isn't really to do with them at all.It lies somewhere else entirely - in our relationship with ourselves.Their affection seems suspicious,incomprehensible,and a touch repulsive,because at some level,this isn't what we're used to.It doesn't tally with our view of ourselves.Love can be hard to receive,when we're not fundamentally convinced of our own lovability.We spend our time seeking out those who can make us suffer in ways that feel familiar and it becomes natural to assume that a kind lover has missed something, and perhaps then try to behave in disgusting ways, just to make sure they understand we're really not who they thought we were, and that they will therefore leave us in painful,but somehow psychologically gratifying ways.In short,how could anyone be so great if they have the bad taste to think well of someone like us?But we have to allow ourselves to entertain another option.Perhaps this affection we're receiving is not a sign that our kind lover is weak or wrong or has no other options.Perhaps it's a sign that they've seen something in us which poignantly and tragically, we don't yet quite see in ourselves,and have never been allowed to believe in by figures in our past,that we are deserving of love.There is hope in all this,hope that we can come to trust our lovers more than we trust our own first nervous self-destructive impulses.We can interpret their love not as a sign of their delusion or weakness,but as evidence of an inherent lovability in ourselves to which our past histories have blinded us,yet to which their love and tenderness can now awaken us.We don't invariably have to hold it against others when they see some point in us.