A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
悲伤
Grief
There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.
没有比这更可爱的景象了;但是除了一个小男孩，没有人看到它，他正盯着窗户里面看。他有无数种别的孩子永远不会知道的狂喜;但他透过窗户看到的却是一种快乐，他必须永远禁止这种快乐。
Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it : if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
爱如死般坚强;嫉妒如阴间残忍。其中的炭火是烈焰的炭火。爱情众水不能息灭，大水也不能淹没。人若以家中所有的换爱情，就全被藐视。
I have seen lonely people of advancing age, yet as constant as angels, keeping faith to those they loved who fell in wars that current generations, not having known them, cannot even forget. The sight of them moving hesitantly among the tablets and crosses is enough to break your heart.
我见过孤独的人，年纪渐长，却如天使般恒常，对他们所爱的人守信。看到他们在石板和十字架之间犹豫地移动，足以让你心碎。
They will remember us. Long after these wars have been mourned and then forgotten long after Summer and Winter fairies lay aside their rancor for one another and forget that they have ever tasted hatred they will remember Summer fairies and Winter too of a fairy king who loved his queen.
他们会记住我们的。在这些战争被哀悼很久之后，然后被遗忘很久之后，夏天和冬天的仙女们将彼此的仇恨放在一边，忘记他们曾经品尝过仇恨，他们将记住夏天和冬天，一个爱他的王后的仙女国王。
That wasn't the way that things was supposed to be. And all because the so-called culture that I thought was right, that I thought it was cool, and I thought it was fun, and it was exciting at the time. It all led to me laying in a prison bunk by myself with no one to talk to but myself.
事情本不应该是这样的。所有这些都是因为所谓的文化，我认为是对的，我认为它很酷，我认为它很有趣，在当时很令人兴奋。这一切让我一个人躺在监狱的铺位上，除了我自己，没有人可以说话。
If watching your child die is a parent's worst nightmare, imagine having to tell your other child that his sister is dead... Although I am certain that he cried, that we all cried, what I remember more is how we collapsed into each other, as if the weight of our loss literally crushed us.
如果看着你的孩子死去是父母最可怕的噩梦，想象一下不得不告诉你的另一个孩子他的妹妹死了……虽然我确信他哭了，我们都哭了，但我记得更多的是我们是如何瘫倒在一起的，仿佛我们失去的重量真的把我们压垮了。
Realize now that when your heart breaks, you got to fight like hell to make sure your still alive. Because you are. And that pain you feel? That's life. The confusion and fear? That's there to remind you, that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.
现在要意识到，当你心碎的时候，你必须拼命挣扎以确保自己还活着。因为你是。你感到痛苦吗?这就是生活。困惑和恐惧?那是为了提醒你，在某个地方有更好的东西，值得你为之奋斗。
When my first husband died, what I tried to do is to sort of, you know, try to bring some rationale to the circumstance and think about worse circumstances, and also open the door to what other women experienced when all of a sudden they were left alone. And particularly if they had children.
当我的第一任丈夫去世时，我想做的是，你知道，试着给当时的情况找一些理由，想想更糟糕的情况，同时也为其他女性打开一扇门，让她们体验一下突然间被单独留下时的感受。尤其是如果他们有孩子的话。
Going through the grief period of my dad and losing him - that was the worst thing because you know when you get that call. When you are seven, eight years old, you have that almost vision in your mind of what that's going to be like and what your going to feel like and it doesn't prepare you.
经历了我父亲的悲伤时期，失去了他——这是最糟糕的事情，因为你知道当你接到那个电话的时候。当你七、八岁的时候，你的脑海中就已经有了那种想象，那将会是什么样子，你的感觉会是什么样子，而这并没有让你做好准备。
I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy, the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
我不可能预见到母亲死后所有的好事。新的活力，令人惊讶的甜蜜的悲伤。我对路人的柔情。我对兄弟姐妹和朋友的爱越深。渴望弹奏曼陀林。探视的礼物。
One day Mum saved up for this exciting new thing - a frozen chicken. She cooked it on the Sunday and we all sat around waiting for it, but there was a terrible smell from the kitchen. She didn't realise that the giblets were in a plastic bag inside it. We just ate vegetables and she cried and cried.
有一天，妈妈为这个令人兴奋的新东西存钱——一只冻鸡。她在星期天做的，我们都坐在那里等着，但是厨房里有一股难闻的味道。她没有意识到内脏在里面的塑料袋里。我们只是吃蔬菜，她哭了又哭。
Lo, thro’ her works gay nature grieves How brief she is and frail, As ever o’er the falling leaves Autumnal winds prevail. Yet still the philosophic mind Consolatory food can find, And hope her anchorage maintain: We never are deserted quite; ’Tis by succession of delight That love supports his reign.
看，通过她快乐的作品，大自然悲叹她是多么短暂和脆弱，就像秋风吹过落叶。然而，哲学的心灵仍能找到慰藉的食粮，并希望她的港湾能继续存在:我们从未完全被遗弃;他的统治是由一连串的快乐支撑的。
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In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider.
顺境的日子，你当喜乐;患难的日子，你当思想。
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。
To give and receive love, you have to be in touch with pain, you have to be capable of provoking it and feeling it.
要给予和接受爱，你必须接触到痛苦，你必须能够激发和感受它。
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。
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。