“人人追求的东西，往往并不都珍贵；而把握住自己所有的幸福，才是人世间难得的境界。这个让人唏嘘的故事，说穿了便觉其中无奈，正如李文秀所说：‘你心里真正喜欢的，偏偏得不到，别人硬要给你的，就算好得不得了，我不喜欢，终究是不喜欢。’”

昨天交Popular Culture答卷的时候，我对着苏老师说了声谢谢，由于累而声音有点抖，而且眼睛没有直视他。他笑着点了点头。
忽然之间很感慨，以后若不是刻意安排，可能这辈子都不会再见到这位教了我一年半英语的老师了。
他注定是我生命中的过路人。
那你呢？

“你以为很容易吗？已经成长的灵魂，是孤独的个体，世界上绝对没有两个复制的灵魂，这正是灵魂独一无二之处。正因为独一无二，两个已经成长坚强的灵魂只会操戈，除非善运智慧，运用温柔与慈悲，否则绝不能彼此体谅尊重，但已经习于刚强的灵魂，期待他能理解温柔与慈悲谈何容易？那太难，比接受一个新生的灵魂、等待它成长、一起学会尊重体谅——还要艰难许多。”

from 《泪海》

"Genius, he held, is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other, it may confidently await those messages from the universe of which summon it to its peculiar work, only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. ... We know what a masquerade all development is, and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. In fact, the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities."

"As he threw down his book, stretched his legs towards the embers in the grate, and clapsed his hands at the back of his head, in that agreeable after-glow of excitement when thought lapses from examination of a specific object into a suffusive sense of its connections with all the rest of our existence seems, as it were, to throw itself on its back after vigorous swimming and float with the repose of unexhausted strength - Lydgate felt a triumphant delight in his studies, and something like pity for those less lucky men who were not of his profession."

"Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite."

"If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence."

"- ... character is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
 - Then it may be rescued and healed."

"There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration: they bind us over to rectitude and purity by their pure belief about us; and our sins become that worst kind of sacrilege which tears down the invisible altar of trust. 'If you are not good, none is good'; those little words may give a terrific meaning to responsibility, may hold a vitriolic intensity for remorse."

"...her love might help a man more than her money."

- from George Eliot's Middlemarch