A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
悲伤
Grief
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey’s gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.
孤独的人是一种寂寞的东西，一块石头，一根骨头，一根棍子，一个装吉尔贝杜松子酒的容器，一个弯着腰坐在旅馆床边的人，像秋风一样，发出阵阵叹息。
If you live for your children, they may be smitten down and leave you desolate, or, what is far worse, they may desert you and leave you worse than childless in a cold and unfeeling world.
如果你为你的孩子而活，他们可能会被你打倒，让你感到孤独，或者，更糟的是，他们可能会抛弃你，让你比没有孩子的世界更糟糕。
We are all victims because of the circumstances, but I'm not sure what to say to any one who has lost a loved one. I know the feeling myself, and words just don't do much to ease the pain.
我们都是环境的受害者，但我不知道该对失去亲人的人说些什么。我知道自己的感受，但言语并不能减轻我的痛苦。
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now, Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying, My heart remembers how!
今天起风了，太阳和雨都在飞，今天起风了，旷野上也起了风，而现在，在烈士们的坟头上，呼号的人在哭，我的心还记得!
Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say; Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best’s a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.
古代作家说，活着是最好的;从来没有吸过生命的气息，从来没有看过白天的眼睛;第二个最好的是一个快乐的晚安，然后迅速转身离开。
My music is homegrown from the garden of New Orleans. Music is everything to me short of breathing. Music also has a role to lift you up - not to be escapist but to take you out of misery.
我的音乐来自新奥尔良的花园。对我来说，除了呼吸，音乐就是一切。音乐还能让你振作起来——不是逃避现实，而是让你摆脱痛苦。
It hurts. Frankly, it hurts terribly. I have just lived one of the biggest loss of my career. It will be difficult to digest that moment. It is extremely hard to accept. I am disappointed.
这很伤我的心。坦白地说，这让我很受伤。我刚刚经历了职业生涯中最大的损失之一。那一刻很难消化。这是非常难以接受的。我很失望。
It's very inconvenient because every time I finish, let's say, a chapter of a book, I think I'm going to ring Richard and then realize: Oh, Christ, I've buried him. I buried him last year.
这很不方便，因为每次我读完一本书的一章，我想我就会给理查德打电话，然后意识到:哦，天哪，我把他埋了。我去年把他埋了。
I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.
我在想我的病人，他们最糟糕的时刻是当他们发现他们是坏运气或好运气的主人。当他们不能再责怪命运的时候，他们就绝望了。
But here's the thing: I had this great job, and I would still feel terribly depressed. I would just be like, 'This isn't the sweet spot. I thought this would be it, and I don't feel happy.'
但事情是这样的:我有一份很棒的工作，但我仍然会感到非常沮丧。我会说，‘这不是最佳地点。我想就这样了，但我不开心。”
People that go through what I went through and people going through divorce, it's really a difficulty process; it's heartbreaking and it hurts really bad. It can really mess with your head.
那些经历过我经历过的事情的人，那些经历过离婚的人，这真的是一个艰难的过程;这让人心碎，真的很疼。它真的会弄乱你的头。
So that godly sorrow may be discerned by this train of graces wherewith it is accompanied, that worldly sorrow wants, at least in the truth of them, though it may have some shadows of them.
这样，属灵的忧愁，虽然有几分忧愁的影儿，但至少在这慈惠的心肠上，是缺乏的。
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。
Young alienation, disappointment and heartache is all a part of the first real growing up that we do.
年轻时的疏离、失望和心痛都是我们第一次真正长大的一部分。
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
只有在离别的痛苦中，我们才能看到爱的深处。
There's a false perception that women in Africa somehow don't love their babies they way we do, don't grieve their loss the way we would. That is simply not true.
有一种错误的观念认为非洲的妇女不像我们一样爱她们的孩子，不像我们一样为失去孩子而悲伤。但事实并非如此。
Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.
回忆，即使是艰难的回忆，随着年龄的增长也会变得像桃子一样柔软。
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
在悲伤的日子里回忆快乐，是最痛苦的事情。