It's all about lines:
The finishing line is the end of the residency
waiting in lines for a chance at the operating table
and then there's the most important line the line separating you from the people you work with
It doesn't help to get too familiar to make friends,you need boundaries, between you and the rest of the world.other people are far too messy
It's all about lines: drawing lines in the sand and pray like hell no one crosses them
End: But there're some lines..
that're way too dangerous to cross..
Here's what I know
If you are willing to take the chance that the view from other side is spectacular

                                                                                         

Maybe we like the pain.
Maybe we're wired that way... ...because without it,
I don't know... ...maybe we just wouldn't feel real.
What's that saying?
"Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?"
"Because it feels so good when I stop."

                                                                                         

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales?
That fantasy of what your life would be -- white dress, prince charming, who'd carry you away to a castle on a hill.
You'd lie in bed at night and close your eyes, and you had complete and utter faith.
Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, prince charming -- they were so close, you could taste them.
But eventually you grow up.
One day you open your eyes, and the fairy tale disappears.
Most people turn to the things and people they can trust.
But the thing is, it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely.
Cause almost everyone still has that smallest bit of hope -- of faith -- that one day they'll open their eyes and it will all come true.

                                                                                         

The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free.
Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open...
like it or not.
And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore.
The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control......You're not.

                                                                                         

They say "practice makes perfect."
Theory is, the more you think like a surgeon, the more you become one...
the better you get at remaining neutral, clinical
cut, suture, close...
and the harder it becomes to learn to turn it off...
to stop thinking like a surgeon...
And remember what it means to think like a human being.

                                                                                         

There's something to be said
about a glass half full...
about knowing when to say when.
i think it's a floating line,
a barometer of need and desire.
it's entirely up to the individual...
and depends on what's being poured.
sometimes...
all we want is a taste.
other times,
there's no such thing as enough.
The glass is bottomless.
And all we want
is more.

                                                                                         

Sometimes, reality has a way of sneaking up
and sting us in the ass...
and when the dam bursts,
all you can do is swim.
The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon.
We can only lie to ourselves for so long.
We are tired.
We are scared.
Denying it doesn't change the truth.
Sooner or later, we have to put aside our denial
and face the world head-on, guns blazing.
Denial... it's not just a river in Egypt.
It's a freaking ocean.

                                                                                         

Pain--you just have to ride it out,
hope it goes away on its own,
hope the wound that caused it heals.
So...here's where we are.
There are no solutions,no easy answers.
You just breathe deepand wait for it to subside.
But sometimes,the pain gets you when you least expect it...
Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up.
So...
Pain—
you just have to fight through because the truth is,
you can't outrun it and life always makes more.

                                                                                         

可是人生之路充满了不可预料的蜿蜒和转弯，当你站在那条路上的时候，你脚下的地面，会把你掀翻在地，要是你足够幸运，你也许只会仅仅得到个小伤口，一个创口贴就能复原的伤口，可是有些伤口比当初看起来的要深，需要比快速治疗更好的方法，对那些伤口，你只能撕掉创口贴，让它们自由呼吸，然后给它们时间来自我治疗。

                                                                                         

你会有个孩子，你的生命将被这小生命所主宰，它是你的使命，你将会想，你所做的一切都不正确，这很正常，你会困扰，怎么去喂养他，把他送到什么学校，他应该学钢琴还是小提琴，但是我要告诉你个秘密，所有的这一切都不重要，无论他是钢琴家，还是数学天才，这都不重要，因为有一天，如果你的孩子开心，所有的才有意义，你可能会感到难过，那没关系，那很正常，但是你不会永远伤心的，对不对？

生活是没有观众的比赛，无论赢，输或是平局，生活仍然会继续，不管我们是否想那样，因此还是大胆往前走，和裁判理论，随意改变规则，可以作点弊。。休息一会儿，舔舔伤口，但是游戏还要继续，玩，玩的尽兴。。玩的痛快。。轻松自在地玩，就想，没有明天一样的玩，好了，那么，这无关输赢，这只关系你如何玩这游戏

                                                                                         

有个聪明的男人曾经说过，在你一生可以拥有任何东西，如果你牺牲了其他的一切来得到这些，它的意思就是，天下没有免费的午餐，所以，在你投入战斗之前，你最好知道自己要失去什么，太频繁的追逐感觉不错的东西，意味着你要释放掉一些你所认为好的东西，让某个人进去，意味着放弃，你花了两年所筑的墙，当然，最大的牺牲，是你都不知道自己失去了什么，也许它是最宝贵的，也许... 结局你永远不知道。

                                                                                         

The fantasy is simple
Pleasure is good
But the reality is different
The reality is that pain is there to tell us something
But there are still so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomachache
And maybe that’s ok
Maybe some fantasy just lie in the dreams

                                                                                         

At the end of the day, when it comes down to it
All we really want is to be close to somebody
So this thing’s we all keep our distance
And pretend not to care about each other
It’s usually a loud of fool
So we pick and choose who we want to be close to
And once we chose those people
We tend to be close by
No matter how much we hurt them
The people still with you at the end of the day
Those are the ones worth keeping
And sometimes, close can’t be too close
But sometimes, that invasion of someone’s personal space
It could be exactly what you need

                                                                                         

We all think we are going to be great
And we feel a little bit robed when our expectations are met
But sometimes, our expectations sound short
Sometimes, the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected
You got wonder why we clean to our expectations
Because the expected is just keeps us standing, standing, still
The expected is just the beginning
The unexpected is what changes our lives.

                                                                                         

Some people believe that, without history, our lives amount to nothing
At some point, we all have to choose
Do we fall back what we know?
Or, do we step forward to something new?
It’s hard not to be hunted by our past
Our history is what shapes us, what guides us
Our history resurfaces time after time after time
So we have to remember
Sometimes the most important history,
is the history we are making today

                                                                                         

Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can’t have
Desire leaves us heart-broken
It wears us out
Desire can rack your life
But is tough as wanting something can be
The people who suffered most
Are those who don’t know what they want

                                                                                         

At some point, maybe we accept the dream has become a nightmare
We tell ourselves the reality is better
We convince ourselves it’s better than we never dream at all
But the strongest of us, the most determined of us
We hold on to the dream
Or we find ourselves face to the fresh dream we never considered
We awake to find ourselves against all along, feeling hopeful
And if we are lucky, we realize

And the face of everything, and the face of life
The true dream, is being able to dream at all

I am a rock.
I am an island.
That's the mantra of pretty much every surgeon I've ever met.
We like to think we're independent, loners, mavericks...
That all we need to do our jobs is an o.R., a scalpel and a willing body.
But the truth is, not even the best of us can do it alone.
Surgery, like life, is a team sport.
And eventually, you've got to get off the bench and decide...
What team are you batting for?
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The thing about choosing teams in real life, it's nothing like it used to be in gym class.
Being first pick can be terrifying.
And being chosen last...isn't the worst thing in the world.
So we watch from the sidelines, clinging to our isolation...
Because we know as soon as we let go of the bench...
Someone comes along, snd changes the game completely.
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So those are your interns? Did you even ask for me?
I helped you study.
I helped decorate your stupid locker.
You don't-- you don't even see it.
You don't see anything.
I am such an idiot.
And you are a jerk.
You didn't even think to ask for me?
Screw you, dr. O'malley.
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Iz vs Alex
Iz: Isn't the worst thing in the world.
Alex: What?
Iz: I care about you.
I care about you, and I'm not gonna go crazy, and I'm not gonna try to kill myself, and I'm not gonna stop caring about you, no matter how hard you push me away.
Alex: Shut up and get out of my room.
Alex: No. I care about you. And I know you care about me, too. It is not too late for us.
Alex: Get out of my room.
Alex: Admit it. Admit that you care about me, too.
I know you do, and I care about you.
I care about you. I care about you...I...

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In 6500 b.C., some guy looked at his sick friend and said,
"i have an idea. Why don't I drill a hole in your skull? It'll make you feel better." And thus, surgery was born.
It takes a certain brand of crazy to come up with an idea like drilling into somebody's skull.
But surgeons have always been a confident bunch.
We usually know what we're doing, and when we don't, we still act like we do.
We walk boldly into undiscovered country, plant a flag and start ordering people around.
It's invigorating and terrifying.
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We like to think we're fearless, eager to explore unknown lands and soak up new experiences.
But the fact is, we're always terrified.
Maybe the terror is part of the attraction.
Some people go to horror movies.
We cut things open, dive into dark waters.
And at the end of the day, isn't that what you'd rather hear about?
If you've got one drink and one friend and 45 minutes?
Smooth rides make for boring stories.
A little calamity-- that's worth talking about.

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as surgeons, we are trained to fix what's broken.
the breaking point is our starting line... at work.
but in our lives the breaking point is a sign of weakness...
and we'll do everything we can to avoid it.
──────────────────────────────────
bones break...organs burst...flesh tears...
we can sew the flesh, repair the damage...ease the pain.
but when life breaks down... when we break down...
there's no science, no hard and fast rules.
we just have to feel our way through.
and to a surgeon, there's nothing worse, and there's nothing better.

p.s.
meredith：what was the point? all those hours and all that money--what's the point? the world is a horrible place. young people die of diseases. it makes absolutely no sense to try to be happy in a world that's such a horrible place.

shrink：yes. horrible things do happen. happiness in the face of all of that-- that's not the goal. feeling the horrible and knowing that you're not gonna die from those feelings, that's the point.

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We all remember the bedtime stories of our childhoods,
The shoe fits Cinderella, the frog turns into a prince
Sleeping beauty is awaken with a kiss
Once upon a time
And then they lived happily ever after
Fairytales, the stuff of dreams

The problem is, the fairytales don’t come true
It’s the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights and ends in unspeakable
It’s the nightmares that always seem to become reality
The person that invented the phrase “happily ever after”, she had her ass kicked so hard
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Reality is much stormier, much murkier, much scarier
Reality, it's so much more interesting than “living-happily-ever-after”

(p.s. about cheating)
when you spend your life with someone and you have kids together,
you think it'll always be this amazing and this wonderful.
you think that you'll always feel that kind of love,
and i do,i... i do love phil.
i just...
well,little pieces of you get chipped away...by another person,
and... then you shave little pieces of yourself away
so that you'll fit together
and... then one day, you look up...
and you don't even know who you are.

 

listen up, people. listen up
we used to be the best social program in the west.
up start a program that no one heard of, and blew up everyone after all.
then over night, we got old, changed and slumped, just like everyone else.
we are being rest on our laws.
you have all in failing, failing to take a issue, failing to ask top questions, failing to practise skills, failing to give a opportunities to practise skills.
and i'm the bad.
so you have not failed, we have failed.
and stops now.
people slide over general surgery though they were not see anything, but heart or brain, people calls breakthrough.
as though, blood from heart does not make it's way to the whole body.
or the nerve are not travel pass the brainstem.
the shyly teacher makes shyly surgeons.
we failed.
yet?
we all have. and it stops now.
surgical training protocol is officially changed a bit.
the bar has been raised.
the silly of you all have know it.

Mere: the reality, it's more interesting than living happily in all after.

as surgeons, we are trained to fix what's broken.
the breaking point is our starting line... at work.
but in our lives the breaking point is a sign of weakness...
and we'll do everything we can to avoid it.

bones break...organs burst...flesh tears...
we can sew the flesh, repair the damage...ease the pain.
but when life breaks down... when we break down...
there's no science, no hard and fast rules.
we just have to feel our way through.
and to a surgeon, there's nothing worse, and there's nothing better.

 

it's pathetic,isn't it-
a married woman cheats on her best friend with her husband?
you can't go much lower than that.
i ran into michael in the mall, and we had lunch.
and a week later, we had another lunch.
and here we are...
eight months later, and sarabeth has no idea.

when you spend your life with someone and you have kids together,
you think it'll always be this amazing and this wonderful.
you think that you'll always feel that kind of love,
and i do,i...
i do love phil.
i just...
well,little pieces of you get chipped away...by another person,
and... then you shave little pieces of yourself away
so that you'll fit together and... then one day, you look up... and you don't even know who you are.

打水归来，经过操场，感觉十分美妙。环绕草场的广播里放着一首不知名的歌唱樱花的歌，女歌手幽幽的的歌声煞是动人，中间夹杂着男广播员充满磁性的声音，在这样一个温和悠闲的春暮时分，本已十分惬意。操场上，不同国籍的人在享受着各自运动的快乐。小球场上不同肤色的人在踢球，足球场中央若干年轻帅气的日本小伙子挥球舞棒，棒球在空中划过一道美丽的弧线，轻轻落入手套之中。操场上人实在不少，小伙子们怕球伤人，按捺住心中的活力，轻柔的抛球击球。那种尝试发散活力而又小心翼翼的神情，很是可爱。

一个身材颀长的白人男孩，穿着蓝色休闲上装，灰色运动裤，肩背运动包，带着耳机，缓步走来，突然向前奔跑，金色的发帘被风吹起，颇具立体感的脸上难掩的帅气与活力。

奔跑，呐喊，欢呼，大笑，一切都是那么得令人轻松惬意。我眼里的一切简直就像小时作文里所梦想的那样，一个小小的地球村，大家欢乐和睦聚于同一蓝天下，目之所及，皆是漫溢的幸福。

我驻足操场边，看着活力在我眼前跳跃，听着活力在我耳边舞蹈，闻着活力在空气中扑面而来，感到一股力量从心底涌出，登时如修九阳神功，内力顿觉十足。我要抖擞精神，继续奋斗。不为什么，只为这美丽的生活。

又是11点回家。

我喜欢livechina的工作，越来越喜欢。一件事情，在没有亲手去做去体验之前，很难体会到自己对于它真正的感情。也许站在旁观者的角度，心中会想，这不过是一件非常简单而无聊的事儿，根本不适合我，毫无兴趣。但是迈出一步，哪怕带些不情愿，去亲手做做看，也许会发现，它并不想自己所想象的那样一无是处，兴许，还能够带来意外的欣喜。我还记得最初到livechina工作的时候，目的很简单，只是想赚一些生活费，自己喂自己饭吃。些许的紧张，僵硬的的态度，现在想想，当时的自己又傻又可爱。

很多日本人远比我想象的要更为坚强，更加勤勉。人已过花甲之年，满头银丝，戴着老花镜吃力而无比认真地识记着电脑屏幕上汉语拼音和汉字。我问，您为什么会想到这个时候学汉语？答曰，我在香港吃饭时一个人点菜时不知所措，感觉不舒服，我想学汉语，只是想学。

我问另一位老先生，答曰，在日本60岁退休，于是我离开日本到台湾的公司工作，虽然用英语对话完全没有问题，但是还是学学中文比较好。我再问一位老先生，答曰，公司里有一些中国同事，我希望和他们能够顺畅的交流。我问我的老爷爷，您为什么来中国学汉语，而且读本科，那可是要花四年时间的。答曰，我真诚的崇敬周恩来，我喜欢中国，我希望中日友好，我想学好中文后通过自己的工作为中日友好做一些事情。

每一个理由，都是如此简单。且不说各位的立场和出发点是经济利益抑或纯粹个人爱好，单是那满头银发和脸上那岁月的痕迹，就足以感动我，令我自惭形秽。我还能说什么呢，太忙了，没时间看书，太累了，睡一觉吧，哼哼，我不敢再说了。

吃饭时，和小学弟聊天，我们一致认为，和一个完全陌生的人沟通，和一个不同国籍不同文化的素不相识的人相互了解，最好的办法就是，先打开自己的心扉。当我微笑时，没有人冷冷的注视我，当我用明亮的声音说一声“你好”时，对方传达给我的，是一样的快乐。我把自己裹起来，一层，又一层，我出不去，谁也进不来，沉寂着，我厌倦了，我要出来。不管你是谁，不管你未来是否还会记得那个为你开了一个不大高明的玩笑的我，我的名字，我的声音，我的脸，我只要让你看到真实的我，快乐的我。也许你我的人生之路彼此朝向不同的方向，但只要我们的路曾经相交，我们曾经相遇，我就要把生命的快乐带给你，就算你在整个人生里仅仅扫过我一眼。为我生命里的每一个人。三个孩子，考试一定会成功的，我相信你们。每日睡前我会为你们祈祷，一切都会很顺利。加油！

又是11点回家。

我喜欢livechina的工作，越来越喜欢。一件事情，在没有亲手去做去体验之前，很难体会到自己对于它真正的感情。也许站在旁观者的角度，心中会想，这不过是一件非常简单而无聊的事儿，根本不适合我，毫无兴趣。但是迈出一步，哪怕带些不情愿，去亲手做做看，也许会发现，它并不想自己所想象的那样一无是处，兴许，还能够带来意外的欣喜。我还记得最初到livechina工作的时候，目的很简单，只是想赚一些生活费，自己喂自己饭吃。些许的紧张，僵硬的的态度，现在想想，当时的自己又傻又可爱。

很多日本人远比我想象的要更为坚强，更加勤勉。人已过花甲之年，满头银丝，戴着老花镜吃力而无比认真地识记着电脑屏幕上汉语拼音和汉字。我问，您为什么会想到这个时候学汉语？答曰，我在香港吃饭时一个人点菜时不知所措，感觉不舒服，我想学汉语，只是想学。

我问另一位老先生，答曰，在日本60岁退休，于是我离开日本到台湾的公司工作，虽然用英语对话完全没有问题，但是还是学学中文比较好。我再问一位老先生，答曰，公司里有一些中国同事，我希望和他们能够顺畅的交流。我问我的老爷爷，您为什么来中国学汉语，而且读本科，那可是要花四年时间的。答曰，我真诚的崇敬周恩来，我喜欢中国，我希望中日友好，我想学好中文后通过自己的工作为中日友好做一些事情。

每一个理由，都是如此简单。且不说各位的立场和出发点是经济利益抑或纯粹个人爱好，单是那满头银发和脸上那岁月的痕迹，就足以感动我，令我自惭形秽。我还能说什么呢，太忙了，没时间看书，太累了，睡一觉吧，哼哼，我不敢再说了。

吃饭时，和小学弟聊天，我们一致认为，和一个完全陌生的人沟通，和一个不同国籍不同文化的素不相识的人相互了解，最好的办法就是，先打开自己的心扉。当我微笑时，没有人冷冷的注视我，当我用明亮的声音说一声“你好”时，对方传达给我的，是一样的快乐。我把自己裹起来，一层，又一层，我出不去，谁也进不来，沉寂着，我厌倦了，我要出来。不管你是谁，不管你未来是否还会记得那个为你开了一个不大高明的玩笑的我，我的名字，我的声音，我的脸，我只要让你看到真实的我，快乐的我。也许你我的人生之路彼此朝向不同的方向，但只要我们的路曾经相交，我们曾经相遇，我就要把生命的快乐带给你，就算你在整个人生里仅仅扫过我一眼。为我生命里的每一个人。三个孩子，考试一定会成功的，我相信你们。每日睡前我会为你们祈祷，一切都会很顺利。加油！