A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.

  • -- Clara Barton 克拉拉巴顿

一个球从我的身体和支撑他的右臂之间穿过,穿过他的袖子,从一个肩膀传到另一个肩膀。没有什么可为他做的了,我让他去休息。我从来没有把袖子上的洞补好。

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The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

艺术家是情感的容器,情感来自四面八方:来自天空,来自大地,来自一张纸片,来自一个路过的形状,来自一张蜘蛛网。

I may not have proved a great explorer, but we have done the greatest march ever made and come very near to great success.

我也许没有证明自己是一个伟大的探险家,但我们已经完成了史上最伟大的征程,并已接近伟大的成功。

Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.

年轻的诗人悲叹爱情的逝去;老诗人,岁月的流逝。令人惊讶的是,两者之间几乎没有什么区别。

Housework is what a woman does that nobody notices unless she hasn't done it.

家务是女人做的事,除非她没做过,否则没人会注意到。

My songs are like my children - I expect them to support me when I'm old.

我的歌就像我的孩子——我希望他们在我老的时候支持我。

No matter how stout one beam, it cannot support a house.

无论一根梁多么粗壮,也支撑不了一座房子。