1. He rests in peace. Despite his many misfortunes, he survived. He died without his angel; it happened naturally, like night falling and day setting. - Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
2. I only know that I miss everyone I've ever talked about. Even old Stradlater and Ackley, for example. I think I even miss that bastard Maurice. It's funny. You should never talk to anyone about anything. Once you start talking, you'll miss everyone. - The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger
3. It can be concluded that the man who lived here came here on his own and died here. When they tried to separate him from the skeleton he was embracing, he instantly turned to dust. - The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo
4. To gain it is my fortune, to lose it is my fate, that's all.
5. The gentleness of that lowered head is like a water lily shyly bowing to the cool breeze. —Xu Zhimo
6. People are not lovable because they are beautiful, but beautiful because they are lovable. —Tolstoy, *Anna Karenina*
7. What I do today is far better than what I have done in the past; the rest I will enjoy today is far better than all I have ever known. —*A Tale of Two Cities*, Charles Dickens
8. And those usic. Those who cannot hear the music think those who dance are mad. —Nietzsche
9. What is written in this manuscript has never been, and will never be, repeated, for a family destined for a hundred years of solitude will never have a second chance to appear in the world. —*One Hundred Years of Solitude*, Gabriel García Márquez
10. Because of my true story about Don Quixote, chivalric romances will decline and eventually die out completely. Goodbye. Cervantes, *Don Quixote*,
11. He vaguely remembered the unseen woman, floating and unpredictable, yet passionate and unrestrained, like a distant melody. Stefan Zweig, *Letter from an Unknown Woman*,
12. What a splendid day! Lolita! Nabokov, *Lolita*
, 13. Where the night mist dissipated, the moonlight shone brightly, serene and vast, no longer seeing any shadowy figures, seemingly foreshadowing that we would never be separated again. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
, 14. "Friends, I assure God at his grave that I will never again have a slave in my house, and I will do everything in my power to free the slaves. No one will be separated from their wife and children, wandering far from home, dying like Tom. So when you are excited and joyful, do not forget Tom, for it is all thanks to his kind heart. Please take care of his wife and children to repay his deep affection. When you see Uncle Tom's cabin, regard it as a monument to his integrity, loyalty, and unwavering Christian spirit. May his spirit guide you to strive and follow in his footsteps." Uncle Tom's Cabin, Harriet Beecher Stowe,
15. He told her that, as before, he still loved her, until death do them part. Marguerite Duras, *The Lover*
, 16. "Yes, love, but not that kind of love, that is, love for something, for some purpose, or for some reason, but this kind of love, the love I first experienced when I saw my enemy and still loved him on my deathbed. I experienced that feeling of love, which is the essence of the soul; it needs no object. I now also experience that blissful feeling. Love your neighbor, love your enemy. Love everything—love God in all his forms. You can love your loved ones with earthly love; but you can only love your enemies with divine love. Therefore, when I feel that I love that person, I feel that kind of joy. What is his condition? Is he still alive?" —Leo Tolstoy, *War and Peace*,
17. "If you love someone, love him as he is, love him as he truly is, and not unrealistically hope that he is this way or that way..." —Leo Tolstoy, *Resurrection*,
19. Humility is a virtue—this statement is a clever invention of fools; because according to it, everyone must portray themselves as a fool, thus cleverly bringing everyone to the same level. —Schopenhauer, *The Wisdom of Life*
20. The moment you realize you are a humble person, you are immediately no longer a humble person. —Leo Tolstoy
21. The captain looked at Fermina and saw the glint of frost on her eyelashes. Then he looked at Ariza and saw his invincible self-control and fearless love. He was astonished to finally understand the truth that life is infinite compared to death. “How long do you think we can continue this rambling future?” he asked. Ariza had prepared the answer fifty-three years, seven months, and eleven days and nights ago. “Forever!” he said. —Gabriel García Márquez, *Love in the Time of Cholera*
22. I am not an advocate of evil, but wherever I am, whenever I hear the lament of a noble person in distress, I will respond and speak out for them. I repeat, Marguerite's story is very special; if it were commonplace, there would be no need to write it. —Alexandre Dumas fils, *La Dame aux Camélias*
23. Happy lives are all alike; every unhappy life is unhappy in its own way. —Leo Tolstoy
24. Tomas turned the key and switched on the chandelier. Tereza saw two beds side by side, one next to a small table and a lamp. A huge butterfly under the lampshade, startled by the light overhead, fluttered up and began to hover in the night room. The faint melody of a piano and violin could be heard rising from downstairs. —Milan Kundera, *The Unbearable Lightness of Being*
25. No one knows what lies ahead except the inevitable march towards old age. No one. I miss Dean Moriarty, I even miss the old Dean Moriarty we never found. I miss Dean Moriarty. —Jack Kerouac, *On the Road*
26. In the old man's shack at the other end of the road, he was asleep again. He lay face down, the boy sitting beside him, watching over him. The old man was dreaming of lions. —Ernest Hemingway, *The Old Man and the Sea*
27. All human wisdom is contained in these four words: 'wait' and 'hope'! —Alexandre Dumas, *The Count of Monte Cristo*
28. "I'll think about it again tomorrow when I go back to Tara. Then I'll be able to bear everything. Tomorrow, I'll figure out a way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day." "Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell
29. So we continued to struggle forward, against the current, constantly being pushed backward, pushed into the past. "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald
30. I picked up the receiver and looked around the phone booth quickly. Where am I? I don't know where I am, I'm completely lost. Where am I? As far as the eye can see, there are countless men and women who don't know where they're going. I'm in the very center of a place where I'm nowhere, constantly calling out to Midori. "Norwegian Wood"
31. If at this moment, a little child comes to you, if he smiles, if he has golden hair, if he doesn't answer when you ask him a question, you will surely guess who he is. Then please do me a favor, don't make me so sad: quickly write to tell me that he has returned... "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
32. Living in this precious world, the sun is strong, the water is gentle. —Hai Zi, "Living in This Precious World"
33. At that time, he considered it necessary and important to connect with nature, to connect with those who had lived, thought, and interacted with before him (such as with philosophy and poetry); now he considers it necessary and important to connect with man-made rules and regulations, and to interact with colleagues. —Leo Tolstoy, *Resurrection*
35. Strangely enough, this feeling of admitting one's own baseness, while inevitably painful, also brings joy and peace of mind. —Leo Tolstoy, *Resurrection*
36. The bird, with a thorn in its breast, follows an immutable law: pierced by something unknown, driven to die singing. In the instant the thorn pierces, it is unaware of impending death. It simply sings and sings until its life is exhausted, unable to utter another note. But when we plunge a thorn into our breast, we know. We are fully aware. Yet we still do it. We still plunge thorns into our breasts. *The Thorn Birds* by Colleen McCullough:
38. I lingered beneath that gentle sky, before these three tombstones! Watching the moths flutter among the heather and bluebells, listening to the soft wind rustling through the grass, I wondered who could imagine that those who slept beneath that peaceful earth could have such restless sleep. *Wuthering Heights* by Emily Brontë:
39. The light that blinds us is darkness to us. Only when we open our eyes and awaken is it day truly dawn. And there are many more days of dawn. The sun is but a morning star. *Walden* by Henry David Thoreau
: 40. My reason still cannot understand why I pray, but I will still pray; but now my life, my whole life, whatever befalls me, at every moment, will not only no longer be as meaningless as before, but will have an indisputable good meaning, and I have the right to infuse this meaning into my life! *Anna Karenina* by Leo Tolstoy:
41. From that night on, Nekhlyudov began a completely new life, not only because he entered a new realm of life, but also because everything he encountered from then on had a meaning to him completely different from before. As for how this new phase of his life would end, he would understand in the future. *Resurrection* by Leo Tolstoy:
42. I chase. An adult running among a group of screaming children. But I don't care. I chase, the wind brushes my face, and a smile as wide as the Pandeshir Valley hangs on my lips. I chase. 43. If this strength still gives me enough time to complete my work, then at least I will not fail to depict those people first in the work, to write about the vast territory they occupy, in comparison to how narrow the
space reserved for them in space is. On the contrary, they occupy a space that extends infinitely, because they are like giants diving into the fleeting years, simultaneously touching several eras that are far apart, and between those eras so many days are placed—that is, within time. —Marcel Proust —In Search of Lost Time —All
things are fleeting, nothing but reflections; all that is incomplete begins to happen; all that is nameless begins to act; the eternal feminine guides us to ascend. —Goethe —Faust —Isaac Goethe
—I laugh, and my face is like a spring flower, sure to move anyone, whoever they may be. —Sanmao, *Stories of the Sahara*
—46. The foundation of tolerance is understanding. Do you understand? Tolerance is not morality, but knowledge. Only through a profound understanding of things can we comprehend and empathize with the complexities of people and the world, and cultivate a mindset that avoids hasty judgment and praise. — Chai Jing, *Seeing*
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