Artistin's VILLAGE

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
our deepest is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

They moved as effortlessly into the boat and across the water - pulling one oar hard, spinning the boat around the dock - as across the land. Amphibious children. "We're creating little hedonists," Frank used to say. "Nothing will be as pleasurable as this for the rest of their lives. They will search everywhere for something that can measure up, and nothing will."

The proof of a person's greatness is :

"the power to stand alone ; to be able, in every individual case, to make his own choice; in action to write anew his own law, choose his own sacrifices, run his own dangers, win his own freedom, venture his own destruction, choose his own happiness."

Ellen Key

Always consider yourself a young composer.

Throughout your life as a composer there will always be
more to learn, more to explore, and more to write.

點滴時光雖不成人生歲月
勸君要珍惜寸寸光陰
幻夢人生雖然世事無常
至少70年任你揮灑
切莫浪擲青春

People die every day, Frankie......mopping floors, washing dishes.

And you know what their last thought is?

I never got my shot.

人生在世, 只活一次.            - 歌德

人可以選擇過的聰明或過的快樂.

經過這麼多年過的聰明之後, 聽我的, 我建議你過的快樂.

I've hated being your brother.

Every night I used to close my eyes and wish that
when I woke up you'd be normal.

你要保守你心, 勝過保守一切, 因為一生的果效是由心發出.

不要相信你沒看到的事.

因為懷疑在心理引起的共鳴, 跟信心一樣強烈.

我無法把因被刀搓破的枕頭而隨風飄散的羽毛完全收回,
而這    就是八卦.

你無法確定你不確定的事, 如果你沒親眼證實.

女兒

  我是多麼地思念妳阿

心寬念纯   

付出無所求,而心歡喜才是智慧.

人若為善,福雖未至,禍已遠離.
人若為惡,禍雖未至,福已遠離.

出海 

出海在深海底的無重力狀態下, 夢想可能會成真.

結合兩個靈魂實現一個願望, 你我兩人的凝視就像回音一樣,

這香氣如此美妙, 包迪尼的眼裡霎時充滿了淚水.
包迪尼閉上眼睛, 喚醒了心中最甜美的回憶,
依稀看見當年那個年輕的小夥子,
夜空下漫步在拿坡里的花園中,
依稀看見自己躺在長了一頭黑色捲髮的美女懷中,

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,

pray that the road is long,

full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:

Man proposes, God disposes.     謀事在人, 成事在天.

有的人大起大落, 卻毫無覺知, 不斷重複同樣的錯誤;

有的人看似穩當平順, 卻能見微知著, 處處有覺有知.

不過, 相信我, 文字已經上路了.
等到有一天文字來到眼前, 莉賽爾會用雙手抓住它們, 像抓住雲一樣
然後一擰, 文字就會像雨一樣, 淅瀝淅瀝從她手中落下.

回到地下室, 莉賽爾告訴他:

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all.
Their features are too bright, their songs are too sweet and wild.

So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them 
they somehow fly out past you.