A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
悲伤
Grief
For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often-times The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
因为我已经学会了看待自然，而不是像年轻时那样轻率;而是常常听到人性的沉静、悲哀的音乐，既不刺耳，也不刺耳，尽管有足够的力量去惩罚和征服。
Night, with all her negro train, Took possession of the plain; In an hearse she rode reclined, Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind: Close to her, with printless feet, Crept Stillness, in a winding sheet.
黑夜带着她的黑人列车，占领了平原;在一辆灵车里，她斜倚着坐着，被猫头鹰的叫声拖着。猫头鹰又慢又瞎。
I didn't really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry... but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it's the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.
我真的不想活下去，所以任何对时间的投资都会让我生气……但我也感到悲伤。当绝望在伤害你的时候，是那些固定装置和配件毁了你。
Being unemployed is not good for an actor. No, it isn't, no matter how unsuccessful you are. Because you always remember getting fired from all the restaurants. You remember that stuff very, very strongly.
失业对演员不好。不，它不是，不管你有多不成功。因为你总是记得被所有的餐馆解雇。你记得非常非常清楚。
Didn’t matter if they wore finger-bone necklaces, or baby teeth on bracelets, or tattoos on their chests to ward off bullets. In the end, they were all mangled with battle scars and their eyes were all dead.
不管他们是戴着指骨项链，还是戴着手镯上的乳牙，或是在胸前纹上挡子弹的纹身。最后，他们都伤痕累累，眼睛都死了。
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of withered leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent;---hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play!
寒冷、悲伤地降临在秋天的傍晚。田野上散落着湿漉漉的枯叶和枯黄的榆树，很快地隐没在黑暗中，静悄悄的。
I related to his disillusionment. Thinking that he was going for this big dream. Then he kind of saw through it all at one point and went back home. Then he started a bender, which I can relate to of course.
我谈到了他的幻灭。以为他在追求一个伟大的梦想。然后他似乎一下子看穿了这一切，然后回家了。然后他开始酗酒，我当然可以理解。
Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word---the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again.
从未这样的纯真,之前或之后,二话没说改变自己的过去——男人离开花园整洁,数以千计的婚姻持久一会儿:再也没有这样的纯真。
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve’s one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.
在远离早晨健康呼吸的幽谷的阴暗忧伤的深处，远离炽热的正午和夏娃的一颗星星，坐着灰白头发的土星，安静得像一块石头，静得像他巢穴周围的寂静。
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned
向下，向下，向下进入坟墓的黑暗 它们轻轻地离去，美丽的，温柔的，善良的; 他们悄悄地走了，聪明的，机智的，勇敢的。 我知道。但我不赞成。我没有辞职
“You must have loved her awfully," I said, realizing even as I spoke that I made it sound as if Fenella were already dead. "Yes, sometimes very much," Porcelain said reflectively, "-and sometimes not at all."
“你一定非常爱她，”我说，甚至在我说话的时候，我就意识到我说的话听起来好像芬娜拉已经死了。“是的，有时非常喜欢，”瓷沉思着说，“有时一点也不喜欢。”
When we distributed the paper and crayons, they were fighting over the blue crayon. Everyone wanted to start with the blue, and that was the water. One drawing shows the trees under water. I was really moved.
当我们分发纸和蜡笔时，他们正在争夺蓝色蜡笔。每个人都想从蓝色开始，那就是水。其中一幅画展示了水下的树木。我真的很感动。
KEEP EXPLORING
沿着这个主题，再读几句。
Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.
忍受和坚持;这种痛苦不久就会好转的。
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。
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。
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without also protecting yourself from happiness.
你不可能保护自己不悲伤，也不可能保护自己不快乐。
When you are suffering, you become more understanding about yourself, but also about other people's sufferings too. That's the first step to understand somebody is to understand their sufferings. So then love follows.
当你受苦的时候，你会对自己有更多的了解，也会对别人的痛苦有更多的了解。了解一个人的第一步就是了解他们的痛苦。于是爱随之而来。