2015年10月28日 星期三

Saying and Quotes


  1. It requires hard work to give off an appearance of effortlessness. 你必須十分努力,才能看起來豪不費力。
  2. It's not whether you get knocked down. It's whether you get up again.   ~Winston Churchill  你是否被擊倒並不是重點,重點是你是否能站起來。 -英國首相邱吉爾
  3. If you are not having problems, you are missing an opportunity for growth.

2015年1月14日 星期三

For our parents, our children

And a woman who held a baby against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he said:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrows that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

-- Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet"

一個懷中抱著孩子的婦人說:「請給我們講講孩子。」於是他說:

你的孩子並不是你的,
他們是生命對自身的渴慕所生的子女。
他們經你而生,卻不是你所造生。
他們與你相伴,但是並不屬於你。
你可以給他們你的愛,卻不能給他們你的思想;
因為他們擁有自己的思想。
你只能圈囿他們的身體而非靈魂,
因為他們的靈魂寓居在明日的住所中,即使在夢中,那也非你所能觀覽的地方。
你可以盡力去模仿他們,但是不要指望他們會和你相像,
因為生命不會倒行,也不會在昨日停留。
你是弓,而你的孩子是從弦上射發的生命的箭矢。
那射手看到了無盡路上的標靶,於是他用神力將你扯滿,讓他的箭急馳遠射。
你應在射手的掌中感到歡欣;
因為他愛飛去的箭矢,也愛靜存於掌中的彎弓。

—— 紀伯倫《先知》

2014年5月25日 星期日

The bravest girl in the world -Malala Yousafzai

Amanpour with Malala
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgmnQor2x_s

20130217文茜的世界週報2─14歲時你勇敢嗎?瑪拉拉

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z91V2EfAKTU


Malala's UN speech (English subtitle & volume up) 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkCkxAb4na0

Malala, your courage has inspired us

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/rundown/malala-your-courage-has-inspired-us/

The 2013 TIME 100

2014年5月21日 星期三

The night is darkest just before the dawn.

Somehow the whole MRT crazy stabbing event reminds me of "Batman: The Dark Knight Rises".

"The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, ,the dawn is coming" Harvey Dent

May we all keep faith and hope in our home.

Indifference, fear and evil shall not prevail.

God bless Taiwan.

Evil should not win, evil can not win.

   "The one thing I take for granted most living here is just how safe Taipei is. Especially being a large city, I forget sometimes how lucky I am to live here. You can walk down almost any street at 3 o'clock in the morning and be completely carefree. I like carefree.

    My heart goes out to the victims and their families. Yesterdays terrible, horrible act of violence is an isolated incidence where evil won. But we need to remember that this is not what happens here. Lets not let this awful day change what Taiwan is.
Evil should not win, evil can not win.
This island is too good for that."

From my colleague , Brand Thompson, after the horrible Taipei MRT stabbing spree.

2014年2月24日 星期一

Sarah Kay’s Poem “B”

If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom,” she’s going to call me, “Point B.” Because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. 
And I’m going to paint the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.
“And baby,” I’ll tell her, “Don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick. I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead, I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rainboots nearby. Because there’s no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rainboots are for. Because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat. To look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind. Because that’s the way my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this,” my mama said. When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment, and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say, “Thank you.” Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away. 
You will put the “wind” in “winsome… lose some.” You will put the “star” in “starting over… and over…” And no matter how manyland mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. 
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. 
“Baby,” I’ll tell her, “Remember, your mama is a worrier, and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more. Remember that good thingscome in threes, and so do bad things, and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong. But don’t you EVER apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”