看me before you
挺沒意思的故事载矿，但是男主角真的很帥限书。
很多人都哭了虫蝶，可是我沒有。我現(xiàn)在就是鐵石心腸倦西，決不讓任何事情刺激到我能真，決不心軟決不哭。
I love you so much that I would like to set you free.
讀the moon and sixpence
have other fish to fry:有更重要的事情做扰柠。to have more important or interesting things to do or to attend. 【He said he had other fish to fry.】
There is in love a sense of weakness, a desire to protect, an eagerness to do good and to give pleasure-if not unselfishness, at all events a selfishness which marvellously conceals itself; it has in it a certain diffidence.
Love is absorbing. It takes the lover out of himself; the most clear-sighted, though he may know, cannot realize that his love will cease; it gives body what he knows is illusion, and, knowing it is nothing else, he loves it better than reality. It makes a man a little more than himself, and at the same time a little less. He ceases to be himself. He is no longer an individual, but a thing, an instrument to some purpose foreign to his ego.
讀《圍城》
等柔嘉睡熟了粉铐，他想現(xiàn)在想到重逢唐曉芙的可能性，木然無動于衷耻矮，真見了面秦躯，準也如此。緣故是一年前愛她的自己早死了裆装，愛她踱承，怕蘇文紈倡缠，給鮑小姐誘惑這許多自己，一個個全死了茎活。有幾個死掉的自己埋葬在記憶力昙沦，立碑志墓，偶一憑吊载荔，像對唐曉芙的一番情感盾饮，有幾個自己，仿佛是路斃的懒熙，不去收拾丘损，讓它們爛掉化掉，給鳥獸吃掉——不過始終消滅不了工扎，譬如向愛爾蘭人買文憑的自己徘钥。
說到底，別人都是過客肢娘，與別人牽扯的那個自己過去了呈础，也就過去了，可以隨風而散橱健《可是自己不能做自己的過客，自己給自己做出選擇拘荡，鋪了路臼节，是要伴自己一生的。
六點鐘是五個鐘頭以前俱病，那時候鴻漸在回家的路上走官疲，蓄心要待柔嘉好，勸她別再為昨天的事弄得夫婦不歡亮隙；那時候，柔嘉在家里等鴻漸回家來吃晚飯垢夹，希望他會跟姑母和好溢吻，到她廠里做事。這個時間落伍的計時機無意中包涵對人生的諷刺和感傷果元，深於一切語言促王、一切啼笑。
若干個摩擦積累在一起而晒，一切都不一樣了蝇狼。
