A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
悲伤
Grief
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
我在你们那里所听见的，比这更美。我与你们所擘开的，比这更美。我既没有你，一切都是荒凉的。曾经那么美丽的一切都已不复存在。
What grieves me most in my past offenses, O my loving God, is not so much the punishment I have deserved, as the displeasure I have given You, Who are worthy of infinite love.
我慈爱的神阿，我从前所犯的罪，使我最难过的，不是我所受的刑罚，乃是我叫那配受无穷之爱的你不快乐。
Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word.
生活就是斗争和折磨，失望，爱和牺牲，金色的夕阳和黑色的风暴。我前段时间说过，今天我想我不会再多说一个字。
And, in a funny way, each death is different and you mourn each death differently and each death brings back the death you mourned earlier and you get into a bit of a pile-up.
有趣的是，每一个死亡都是不同的你以不同的方式哀悼每一个死亡每一个死亡都带回了你之前哀悼过的死亡你陷入了一些混乱。
The episodes all blend together for me, so I don't remember. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. I always feel I must be such a disappointment to them.
这几集对我来说都是混在一起的，所以我不记得了。我甚至不记得今天早餐吃了什么。我总觉得我一定让他们很失望。
“No, you’re not,” Jaenelle said, pushing away from him and scrubbing the tears off her face with the backs of her hands. “I’ve just never tried to explain it to anyone before.”
“不，你不是。”詹妮尔说，推开他，用手背擦去脸上的泪水。“我只是从来没有试着向任何人解释过。”
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.
他们告诉我，露西，你已经死了，我们曾经爱过你，珍惜过你，现在却和你的夏玫瑰一起枯萎了;当它的年轻美貌消逝时，取而代之的是一段苍白的记忆。
All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. ’Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new.
所有的，所有的一片;你追赶的时候，见有野兽。你的战争没有带来任何结果;你的良人都不忠诚。老年已逝，是开始新生活的时候了。
It's much easier to write when you're sad. But you can end up isolated and depressed because you almost need to put yourself in that situation to have that angst to write from.
当你难过的时候，写作就容易多了。但你最终可能会感到孤立和沮丧，因为你几乎需要把自己置身于那种情境中，才能产生写作的焦虑。
Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
无论我走到哪里，无论我看到什么境界，我的心都对你无限眷恋;我的哥哥仍然不停地痛苦地转过身来，拖着每一根加长的链子。
My wife had taken off on a plane. Two airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center. I, of course, like any other person, felt potentially devastated, panicky a little bit.
我妻子乘飞机起飞了。两架飞机撞上了世贸中心。当然，和其他人一样，我也有可能崩溃，有点恐慌。
We tried - we tried for a year, and we tried different methods and different - and I had in vitro and it didn't work. It didn't stick. It didn't - didn't produce a baby at all.
我们尝试了——我们尝试了一年，我们尝试了不同的方法，不同的——我在体外试验了，但没有成功。它并没有坚持。它根本没有生孩子。
KEEP EXPLORING
沿着这个主题，再读几句。
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
失去朋友就像失去了一条腿;时间可以治愈伤口的痛苦，但失去的却无法弥补。
Humility rests upon the shores of your sorrows and blossoms upon the mountain of your faith.
谦卑落在你忧患的岸边，盛开在你信心的山上。
When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That's the message he is sending.
当别人让你受苦时，那是因为他内心深处在受苦，他的痛苦正在蔓延。他不需要惩罚;他需要帮助。这就是他要传达的信息。
It is better to be hungry in joy, than to be filled in sorrow.
宁可在喜乐中饥饿，也不愿在忧愁中饱足。
Behind every beautiful thing there's some kind of pain.
每一件美好事物的背后都有某种痛苦。
Pain fades, but the lessons that you learn, always stay right there with you.
痛苦会消失，但你学到的教训，永远与你同在。