夏天的飛鳥,飛到我的窗前唱歌，又飛去了。
秋天的黃葉，它們沒有什麽可唱，只歎息一聲，飛落在那裏。
世界上的一隊小小的漂泊者呀，請留下你們的足印在我的文字裏。
世界對著它的愛人，把它浩瀚的面具揭下了。
它變小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
是大地的淚點，使她的微笑保持青春不謝笑著飛開了。
如果你因失去了太陽而流淚，那麽你也將失去群星了。
跳著舞的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌聲，你的流動呢。你肯挾瘸足的泥沙而俱下嗎？
她的熱切的臉，如夜魚似的，攪擾著我的夢魂。
有一次，我們夢見大家都是不認識的。
我們醒了，卻知道我們原是相親相愛的。
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship and find out you still care for that person.
Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion and the romance in a relationship and find out you still care for that person.
A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.
When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don’t see the one which has been open for us.
The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.
It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.
Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they’ll love you back! Don’t expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn’t, be content it grew in yours.
There are things you’d love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from, but don’t be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from his heart.
Never say good-bye if you still want to try.
Never give up if you still feel you go on.
Never say you don’t love a person any more if you can’t let go.
Love comes to those who still hope although they’ve been disappointed; to those who still believe, although they’ve been betrayed; to those who still need love, although they’ve been hurt before; and to those who have the courage and faith to build trust again.
It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Don’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; eventually that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.
Dream what you want-to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
Always put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurt the person too.
A careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life; a timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist them with our own image—otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can’t get on well in life unless you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
我又問孩子，那你們什麽時候感到別人是愛你的呢？
沒指望得到像樣的回答。一個成人界都爭執不休的問題，孩子能懂多少？比如問一位熱戀中的女人，何時感覺被男友所愛？回答一定是光怪陸離。
沒想到孩子的答案晴朗堅定。
我幫媽媽買醋來著，她看我沒打了瓶子，也沒灑了醋，就說，閨女能幫媽幹活了……我特高興，從那會兒，我知道她是愛我的。翹翹辮女孩說。
我爸下班回來，我給他倒了一杯水，因為我們剛在幼稚園時學了一首歌，詞裏說的是給媽媽倒水，可我媽還沒回來呢，我就先給我爸倒了。我爸只說了一句，好兒子……就流淚了。從那次起，我知道他是愛我的。光頭小男孩說。
我給我奶奶耳朵上夾了一朵花，要是別人，她才不讓呢，馬上就得揪下來。可是我插的，她一直帶著，見著人就說，看，這是我孫女打扮我呢……我知道她最愛我了……另一個女孩說。
我大大地驚異了。訝然這些事的碎小和孩子鐵的邏輯。更感到他們談論時的鄭重神氣和結論的斬釘截鐵。愛與被愛高度簡化了，統一了，孩子在被他人需要時，感覺到了一個幼小生命的意義。成人注視並強調了這種價值，他們就感悟到深深的愛意。在嘗試給予的同時，他們懂得了什麽是接受。愛是一面遼闊的光滑的回音壁，微小的愛意反複回響著，折射著，變成巨大的轟鳴。當付出的愛被隆重地接受並珍藏時，孩子終於強烈地感覺到了被愛的尊貴與神聖。
被太多的愛壓得麻木，騰不出左手的孩子，只得用右手，完成給予和領悟愛的雙重任務。
天下的父母，如果你愛孩子，一定讓他從力所能及的時候，開始愛你和周圍的人。這絕非成人的自私，而是為孩子一世著想的遠見。不要抱怨孩子天生無愛，愛與被愛是鐵杵成針百年樹人的本領，就像走路一樣，而反復練習，才會舉步如飛。
如果把孩子在無邊無際的愛裏泡得口眼翻白，早早剝奪了他感知愛的能力，育出一個愛的低能兒，即使不算彌天大錯，也是成人權力的濫施，或許要遭天遺的。
在愛中領略被愛，會有加倍豐收。孩子漸漸長大，一個愛自己愛世界愛人類也愛自然的青年，便噴薄欲出了。
現今中年以下的夫妻,幾乎都是只有一個孩子,關愛之心,大概達到中國有史以來的最高值。家的感情像個蘋果，姐妹兄弟多了，就會分成好幾瓣。若是千畝一苗，孩子在父母的乾坤裏，便獨步天下了。
在前所未有的愛意中浸泡的孩子，是否物有所值，感到莫大幸福？我好奇地問過。孩子們撇嘴說，不，沒覺得誰愛我們。
我大驚，循循善誘道，你看，媽媽工作那麽忙，還要給你洗衣服做飯，爸爸在外面掙錢養家，多不容易！他們多麽愛你們啊……
孩子們很漠然地說，那算什麽呀！誰讓他們當了爸爸媽媽呢？也不能白當啊，他們應該的。我以後做了爸爸媽媽也會這樣。這難道就是愛嗎？愛也太平常了！
我震住了。一個不懂愛的孩子，就像不會呼吸的魚，出了家族的水箱，在乾燥的社會上，他不愛人，也不自愛，必將焦渴而死。
可是，你怎讓由你一手哺育長大的孩子，懂愛什麽是愛呢？從他眼睛接受第一縷光線時，已被無微不至的呵護包繞，早已對關照體貼熟視無賭。生物學上有一條規律，當某種物質過於濃烈時，感覺迅速遲鈍麻痹。
如果把愛定位關懷，隨著孩子年齡的增長，對他的看顧漸次減少，孩子就會抱怨愛的衰減。“愛就是照料”這個簡陋的命題，把許多成人和孩子一同領入誤區。
寒霜陡降也能使人感悟幸福，比如父母離異或是早逝。但它是災變的副産品，帶著天力人力難違的僵令。孩子雖然在追憶中，明白了什麽是被愛，那卻是一間正常人家不願走進的課堂。
孩子降生人間，原應一手承接愛的乳汁，一手播撒愛的甘霖，愛是一本收支平衡的賬簿。可惜從一開始，成人就間不容發地傾注了所有的愛的儲備，劈頭蓋臉砸下，把孩子的一只手塞得太滿。全是收入，沒有支出，愛沈澱著，淤積著，從神奇化為腐朽，反讓孩子成了無法感知愛意的精神殘疾。