A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
单词
Words
My words like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the well of silence.
我的话像寂静的雨点落下，在寂静的井中回响。
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
我一个人在言行上失败了吗?为什么，所有人都在奋斗，谁会成功?
Trying to impress my mother with words was one of my favourite pursuits.
试图用语言打动我的母亲是我最喜欢的追求之一。
Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
棍棒和石头会折断我们的骨头，但言语会伤透我们的心。
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
提高你的语言，而不是声音。是雨开了花，不是雷声。
We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.
我们是言外之意的主人，但我们是那些脱口而出的话的奴隶。
Words are like leaves. . .like people really, fond of their own society.
文字就像树叶……喜欢的人真的，喜欢自己的社会。
Music helps express those feelings that you can't seem to put into words.
音乐有助于表达那些你似乎无法用语言表达的情感。
The words printed here are concepts. You must go through the experiences.
这里打印的单词是概念。你必须经历这些经历。
Her words are like the music of a song. No wonder this guy falls for her.
她的话就像一首歌的音乐。难怪这家伙会爱上她。
Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.
不谦虚的话不能为自己辩解，因为缺乏体面就是缺乏理智。
Words...have always held the dangerous power to conjure things into being.
话说……总是拥有召唤事物的危险力量。
KEEP EXPLORING
沿着这个主题，再读几句。
What is difficulty? Only a word indicating the degree of strength requisite for accomplishing particular objects; a mere notice of the necessity for exertion; a bugbear to children and fools; only a stimulus to men
困难是什么?只有一个词，表示完成特定目标所需的力量;仅仅是关于必须使用的通知;对孩子和傻瓜来说，这是一个难题;只是对男人的一种刺激
There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains, the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch.
现在有一些新词可以作为大家的借口。给我过去那些英雄和恶棍的美好时光，那些你可以为之喝彩或嘘声的人。对他们来说，有一个真理是今天所有圆滑的轻信都无法触及的。
Hatred corrodes the vessel in which it is stored.
仇恨腐蚀了储存仇恨的容器。
In three words i can sum up everything i've learned about life: it goes on.
我可以用三个词来总结我所学到的关于生活的一切:生活还要继续。
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
我要向黑暗中投入言语，等待回音，如果回音响起，无论多么微弱，我都要发出其他的言语去诉说，去行军，去战斗，去创造一种对生活的渴望，这种渴望吞噬着我们所有人。
Words without actions are the assassins of idealism.
没有行动的言语是理想主义的刺客。