A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
然而,
Yet
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
因为爱会是爱错的东西;信心还在，信心、爱心、盼望，都在等候中。
Happiness, I do not know where to turn to discover you on earth, in the air or the sky; yet I know you exist and are no futile dream.
幸福，我不知道到哪里去寻找你，在地上，在空中，还是在天空;但我知道你的存在，并不是徒劳的梦想。
We call ourselves a free nation, and yet we let ourselves be told what cabs we can and can't take by a man at a hotel door, simply because he has a drum major's uniform on.
我们自称是一个自由的国家，然而我们却让自己在酒店门口被一个男人告知我们可以乘坐什么出租车，不可以乘坐什么出租车，仅仅因为他穿了一件鼓少校的制服。
We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.
我们所有的梦想;我们不理解自己的梦，但我们的行为就好像我们的睡眠中没有发生什么奇怪的事情，至少与我们清醒时头脑中合乎逻辑的、有目的的行为相比是奇怪的。
Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.
然而，正是在这种孤独中，最深刻的活动才开始。正是在这里，你发现了没有运动的行动，那是深沉的休息的劳动，在朦胧中看到的远景，以及超越所有欲望的满足，它的极限延伸到无限。
KEEP EXPLORING
沿着这个主题，再读几句。
Thou hast seen nothing yet.
你还什么也没看见呢。
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
她的身体精确到一毫米，暗示着一个花蕾却保证了一朵花。
Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.
艺术家的命运是悲壮而伟大的。
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
从来没有一个漂亮的女人不对着镜子做鬼脸。
Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.
写作是一种可怕的劳动，但不像懒惰那么可怕。