Among those people that appear in our life, some are to teach us, some to comfort us, some to share and some to love.
在我们生命中出现的人，有的让我们成长，有的让我们痊愈，有的让我们分享，有的让我们去爱。

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
不要沉溺过去，不要幻想未来，集中精力，过好眼下的每一分每一秒。

People,even more than things,have to be restored,recived,reclaimed and redeemed;never throw out anyone.Remember,if you ever need a helping hand,you ' ll find them at the end of each of your arms.As you grow older,you will discover that you have two hands,one for helping yourself,the other for helping others.
人要高于万物，必须不断地自我修整、自我反省、自我成长、自我更新，而并非向他人抱怨。要时刻铭记，如果遇到难题，你会发现最终还需自己解决。当你慢慢成长，就会日渐发现，你的两只手，一只用来帮自己，另一只则用来帮助他人。

The beauty of a woman must be seen form in her eyes,beacause that is the doorway to her heart,the place where love resides.
女人的魅力应从她们的眼神中获得，因为眼睛是通往心灵的窗户，是爱的发源地。

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode,but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.It is the caring that she lovingly gives,the passion that she shows.
女人的魅力不在于外表，而在于她的心灵，在于亲切的给予和激情的释放。

Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
有看不见的手，如懒懒的轻风，在我心上奏着潺潺的乐。

What language is thine, sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, sky? The language of eternal silence.
海水啊，你说的是什么？是永恒的疑问。天空啊，你回答的是什么？是永远的沉默。

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
静静地听，我的心，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示。

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night——it is great. Delusionsof knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗——是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。

Do not seat your love upon a precipicebecause it is high.
不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情悬在上面。

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如同一个路人，停下，对我点点头，又走了。

There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
这思想，是树叶的簌簌之声，在我的心里欢悦地微语着。

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
你看不见自己，你看见的只是自己的影子。

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.
神啊，我的那些愿望真是愚傻，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫。让我只是静静得听吧。

I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
我不能选择那最好的，是那最好的选择我。