A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
灰色
Gray
Gray hair is God's graffiti.
白发是上帝的涂鸦。
There's a gray area there that I'm satisfied is not gray.
这里有一个灰色区域，我很满意它不是灰色的。
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
这不是欢乐和欢笑的时候，在寒冷、灰暗的黎明之后。
My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
我的昨日与我同行。他们步调一致，他们是灰色的脸，从我的肩膀后面窥视。
I've always said that gray hair looks good on everybody but yourself. To me, it makes me look old.
我总是说，除了你自己，别人的白发都好看。对我来说，这让我看起来很老。
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
白发是智慧的标志，如果你不说话，说话，他们只是头发，就像在年轻的时候。
Nothing dates one so dreadfully as to think someplace is uptown. At our age one must be watchful of these conversational gray hairs.
没有什么比把某个地方想象成住宅区更让人觉得年代久远的了。在我们这个年纪，必须注意这些谈话中的白发。
Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain.
令人费解的是，在完全远离自然体验的情况下，由抑郁引起的灰色恐怖细雨呈现出身体疼痛的性质。
Life is about the gray areas. Things are seldom black and white, even when we wish they were and think they should be, and I like exploring this nuanced terrain.
生活就是灰色地带。事情很少是非黑即白的，即使我们希望如此，也认为应该如此。我喜欢探索这种微妙的地形。
I'm a guy who has problems with moderation. All or nothing. Binge and purge. Kill or be killed. Gray is not a color I wear well. I should be dead. I know that. I should not be successful. I know that too. My daily existence is a toss of the coin - one side, fear, the other side, gratitude.
我是个有节制问题的人。全有或全无。暴和清洗。杀或被杀。灰色不是我喜欢穿的颜色。我应该死了。我知道。我不应该成功。我也知道。我的日常生活就是抛硬币——一边是恐惧，另一边是感激。