我曾以为，世界很美

天很蓝，万里无云，就一片蓝色，很纯澈很干净，只是看久了也没什么意思，她歪头看鹿鹿，他还是那么认真，甚至在笑，笑得很天真也很......干净。

徐志摩诗文集

“美是人间不死的光芒，”不论是生命，或是希望；便冷骸也发生命的神光，何必问秋林红叶去埋葬？

死神的精確度

你记得你出生前的事吗？出生之前，你觉得恐怖吗？感到痛苦吗？……所谓死亡，无非就是回到出生前的状态而已，既不恐怖，也不痛苦。

羞耻

The air there is full of unasked questions. But their smell is faint, and the flowers in the many maturing gardens, the trees lining the avenues, the perfumes worn by the beautiful soignee ladies of the neighbourhood quite overpower this other, too-abstract odour.You can get anywhere in Pakistan if you know people, even into jail.Shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture.Shame: a short word, but one containing encyclopaedias of nuance. It was not only shame that his mothers forbade him to feel, but also embarrassment, discomfiture, decency, modesty, shyness, the sense of having an ordained place in the world, and other dialects of emotion for which English has no counterparts.