A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
悲伤
Grief
I remember driving home one evening while they were reviewing the papers on the radio. One of the articles was about me separating from my wife. It's a weird thing to listen to a news report about the break-up of your marriage.
我记得有天晚上开车回家时，他们正在收音机上看报纸。其中一篇文章是关于我和妻子分居的。听有关婚姻破裂的新闻报道是一件很奇怪的事情。
Yes, the tempest has passed, but the air around me feels different. I can hardly breathe. Nothing is the same without her. As the lone survivor of her particular storm, I begin to wonder just exactly what I’m supposed to do now.
是的，暴风雨已经过去了，但我周围的空气感觉不一样了。我几乎不能呼吸。没有她，一切都不一样了。作为这场特殊风暴的唯一幸存者，我开始思考我现在该做些什么。
I realized that I had screwed up my life living different parts of my life in different places. I wasn't whole. I wasn't integrated. I wasn't a complete person. And after that, came out, spent some time at a psychiatric hospital.
我意识到我在不同的地方过着不同的生活，把我的生活搞砸了。我不是整体。我没有整合。我不是一个完整的人。在那之后，他出来了，在一家精神病院住了一段时间。
After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now?
从那以后，我每经过一个死人，总要停下来看看他的脸，他的脸已被死亡剥去了掩盖活人灵魂的世俗的古铜色。我会问，你是谁?你的家在哪里?现在谁在为你哀悼?
I was with somebody else at the time, who I left - one, because I didn't really want to be with that person, and two, because I felt I'd had so much tragedy I needed to go off, go crazy, and maybe live on the outside for a while.
当时我和另一个人在一起，我离开了他——一个是因为我真的不想和那个人在一起，另一个是因为我觉得我经历了太多的悲剧，我需要离开，发疯，也许在外面生活一段时间。
My father never kissed me, hugged me or told me that he loved me. As my only living parent, he became the filter through which I saw myself, the possibilities for my life, the world and all men. He was a conflicted and dark filter.
我父亲从来没有吻过我，拥抱过我，也没有对我说过他爱我。作为我唯一在世的父母，他成为了我审视自己的过滤器，通过他，我看到了我的生活、世界和所有人的可能性。他是一个矛盾和黑暗的过滤器。
I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.
我和我的三个丈夫都很痛苦，真的很痛苦。我对这三件事都非常努力，每一段婚姻开始时，我都确信它会持续到我生命的尽头。然而，他们都活不过一两年。
I guess. I don’t know. She shook her head, trying to pick through her feelings. “I used to think I was alive just because I kept getting away. If someone didn’t put a bullet in my head, I was winning. I was still breathing, right?”
我猜。我不知道。她摇了摇头，试图从自己的感情中寻找答案。“我曾经以为我还活着，只是因为我一直在逃避。如果没有人把子弹射进我的脑袋，我就赢了。我还在呼吸，对吧?”
Everything presses on - whilst thou art twisting that lock, - see! It grows grey; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make.
当你扭那把锁的时候，一切都在压着——看!它生长的灰色;每一次我吻你的手告别，每一次离别之后的离别，都是我们不久就要永远分离的前奏。
When Christopher and Charles passed away, I was completely depressed, I felt rejected and real down, and so Roscoe invited me because he had this spirit of compassion, and we had gone to school together, were friends and everything.
当克里斯托弗和查尔斯去世的时候，我非常沮丧，我觉得被拒绝了，真的很沮丧，所以罗斯科邀请我，因为他有这种同情心，我们一起上学，是朋友，什么都有。
We're all well-acquainted with depression, we all know what the low moods are, but the mania was not something I knew much about. I didn't know that it would make someone dress extravagantly or start to pun, and to stay up and drink.
我们都很熟悉抑郁症，我们都知道情绪低落是什么，但我对狂躁却知之甚少。我不知道这会让一个人穿得很奢侈，或者开始双关语，熬夜喝酒。
Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.
母亲去世时，我大多数人都很高兴。她是一个棘手的人，但不是可爱的，节日的方式。更要命的是，这在很久以前就使我放弃了对拥有她这个母亲而感到高兴的一切希望。
KEEP EXPLORING
沿着这个主题，再读几句。
Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.
爱会付出很多，但不爱的代价往往更高，那些害怕爱的人往往发现，缺少爱是一种空虚，会夺走生活的乐趣。
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 a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.
有一种智慧叫悲哀;但有一种悲哀是疯狂的。
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.
父母的快乐是秘密，他们的悲伤和恐惧也是秘密。
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。