It's not the content of our dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.

  • -- Carolyn Parkhurst 卡罗琳·帕克丝特

不是梦的内容使我们的第二颗心变暗;当我们无法入睡的时候,这些想法就会在我们头脑中闪过。这些事情我们从来没有告诉过任何人。

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I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint : my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

我如水倒出来,我的骨头都脱了节。我的心如腊。我的心在我里面消化。

A memory, pressed into my heart like a leaf in a book.

一段记忆,像书中的一片叶子,牢牢地印在我的心里。