Part One:
1. One cannot step into the same river twice, because both the river and the person are different. ——Heraclitus
2. We have gone so far that we forget why we set out. ——Kahlil Gibran
3. Before entering, first leave hope at the door. ——Dante
4. Pain is being forced to leave the place where you are. ——Kant
5. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you. ——Nietzsche
6. I do not exist now, I existed in the past——Faulkner
7. Others are hell——Sartre
8. "I believe in your love." Let these words be my last words - Rabindranath Tagore
9. I only know that I know nothing - Socrates
10 , The end of exploration will be the starting point of the beginning - Eliot
Part 2:
1. I will give you the sadness of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time - - Borges
2. The past belongs to death, the future belongs to yourself - Shelley
3. When I am ashes, you will see my smile - Lu Xun
4. My flower is on one of the stars - Saint-Exupery
5. Marriage is long-term prostitution. ——Zhang Ailing
6. This is how children deal with fear: they sleep. ——Khaled Hosseini
7. I don’t know who is coming, he insisted, but this person is already on the way. ——Marquez
8. One foot crushes the violet, but it leaves the fragrance on your feet. This is tolerance. ——Andrew Matthews
9. No one dies, everyone dies. ——Carson McCullers
10. About a thousand steps away from the entrance of the cave is the real entrance to the cave——Kafka
Part 3:
1. Give your flowers the stench of weeds. ——Shakespeare
2. If you have a tiger in your heart, you can smell the roses carefully. ——Siegfried Sassoon
3. There are no flowers that cannot be seen by the eyes, and there is no bright moon that the heart does not want to yearn for. ——Matsuo Basho
4. I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born. ——Borges
5. Our hearts are beautiful golden sunflowers, and we are blessed by our own seeds. ——Allen Ginsberg
6. The more people I know, the more I like dogs. ——Romain Rolland
7. Our feet are heading towards the end point of our own choosing.——Milan Kundera
8. Everything that belongs to me follows me like a shadow. ——Herta Miller