My candle burns at both its ends; It will not last the night; But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends -- It gives a lovely light.

  • -- Edna St. Vincent Millay 埃德娜·圣文森特·米莱

我的蜡烛两头燃烧; 它不会持续一夜; 但是,哦,我的敌人,我的朋友们 它发出可爱的光。

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At work, you think of the children you have left at home. At home, you think of the work you've left unfinished. Such a struggle is unleashed within yourself. Your heart is rent.

在工作的时候,你会想起留在家里的孩子。在家里,你会想到你没有完成的工作。这样的斗争在你的内心得到释放。你的心被撕裂了。

I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed.

我试图处理关于历史、名望、传闻以及公众身份如何构建的观点。

I don't think there's any honor bigger than going to your Hall of Fame for your sport.

我认为没有什么荣誉比为你的运动进入名人堂更大了。