This battle fares like to the morning’s war, When dying clouds contend with growing light, What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night.

  • -- William Shakespeare 威廉·莎士比亚

这场战斗就像早晨的战争,当垂死的云彩与渐增的阳光相争时,牧羊人吹着他的指甲,既不能说它是完美的白天,也不能说它是完美的夜晚。

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Well you know, I think a lot of us in marriage know that you play different roles at different times. And Mitt can get very intense, and I can have the ability to kind of talk him off the rails sometimes and say, 'Hey let's look at what is really important and let's do that now.'

我想我们很多人在婚姻中都知道你在不同的时间扮演着不同的角色。米特有时会变得很紧张,而我有时会把他说得偏离轨道,然后说,‘嘿,让我们看看什么才是真正重要的,现在就开始做吧。’

When you pick up a novel from the bed side table, you put down your own life at the same time and you become another person for the duration.

当你从床头柜上拿起一本小说时,你同时放下了自己的生活,在这段时间里你变成了另一个人。