All the brilliance in life, after all, needs to be paid back by loneliness.
A person's loneliness, never had the lonely mood by this dark night layer upon layer package.
Loneliness is sometimes the source of happiness, loneliness means the release of the soul.
Nothing in the world is worth the cost of such degradation.
Without saying that he was sad for love, she guessed that it was the oldest tear of human beings.
That power taught him to breathe inward and to control his heartbeat, to understand why people fear death.
Loneliness is a lingering poem, which envelops you.
She was wearing thick armor of contempt for everything, which could not be pierced by any temptation in the world.
I was born unlucky, and I'll die unlucky.
How to fight for victory at the beginning, how to fight for defeat now.
Don't miss the chance. Life is shorter than you think.
When she let her heart out, someone put out the moonlight.
Death has been following in his footsteps, sniffing his whereabouts, but has not yet made up his mind to give him a final blow.
Although she was warm and frank on the surface, she was actually eccentric and never opened her heart.
If that's the case, please hug him for me, because I won't see him again.
Life is not a hundred years, death is not lonely.
What really matters in life is not what you encounter, but what you remember and how you remember it.
I'm just a craftsman with no memory. The only dream left is to be forgotten.
As long as a person has complete peace of conscience, he can eat until he is tired and weak.
A lot of people's pain can not be said, and many people's actions are helpless.
We've been fighting for so many years, and it's all for our roof not to be painted blue.
People are slack, but forgetting is greedy day by day, devouring every bit of memory mercilessly.
I've been young, down and happy. I have a passion for life.
Running in the rough, Nirvana in the frustration, we are tired but unable to stop, we are bitter but unable to avoid.
He hated the world and longed to be alone.
Mediocrity will evaporate your soul without a trace of water, and then glory will stir the deepest chord of your heart.
Only when the mist on the heart is washed clean with water, the glory will light up the initial dream.
This time, what a sad word!
Memory has no end, the future has direction.
Even if you're not afraid of God, you're afraid of metal.
At the beginning of the world's rebirth, many things have no names and need to be pointed out.
As long as there are no dead people buried in the ground, you don't belong in this place.
Keeping one's word is a treasure and should not be thrown at will.
People don't die when they die, but when they can.
When human beings take the first class car and literature can only squeeze the freight car, the world will be over.
The most annoying thing is to make life very complicated by changing.
Life has never been separated from loneliness, and loneliness exists in a corner of life like a shadow.
Since Aureliano said that, Aureliano is sure.
The back is true, the person is false.
Oh, my God! It took so much effort to cultivate your good habits that you live like a pig.
In those days, the house was busy, but the brand-new kerosene lamp was lit at the scheduled date and time.
He gazed at the children until his eyes were moist.
Do what you want to do, and I'll say what I want to say.
Everything has a new beginning, everything has not been named, people can only use their hands to point.
One hundred years of understanding, one hundred years of loneliness.
If there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken string.
When we walk, every step is like taking our feet to the ground. We should bring happiness, peace and tranquility to the ground.
He did experience death, but he couldn't stand loneliness, so he came back here.
He longed for solitude, and hatred for the whole world gnawed at his heart.
Her figure only appeared in his heart, filled with his terrible loneliness.
Everything has life. It's all about how to arouse their spirituality.
She doesn't care about rain. It's been raining all her life.
The best friend is a friend who just died.
I'm here to bury the king.
They either die of hunger, or live with anger, or decay in the delicate dunghill of honor.
Loneliness is the only outlet of loneliness.
All the brilliance in life, after all, need to use loneliness to repay.
In the face of plunder and loneliness, our answer is life.
He vaguely knows that the secret of a happy life is nothing else, but to sign a decent agreement with loneliness.
Love is an instinct, either born or never.
She doesn't want to break loneliness in this way, on the contrary, she wants to keep loneliness in this way.