Science without conscience is the death of the soul.

没有良心的科学是灵魂的死亡。

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

寻找你内心的陌生人，甚至被你的死亡遗忘。

Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage? Or fill these void veins full again with youth And wash with an immortal water age?

生命能使这些躯体重生吗?所有的死亡，所有的眼泪，他都能消除吗?还是用青春来填满这些空虚的血管，用不朽的岁月来洗涤?

She made the decision that her existence had lost its meaning. And you cannot judge that.

她决定她的存在已经失去了意义。你不能这样判断。

Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.

如果我死后还能有这种感觉，我就不会再有任何怀疑，但我肯定会对任何在我面前声称我已经死了的人说谎。

Sin brought death, and death will disappear with the disappearance of sin.

罪带来了死，死也会随着罪的消失而消失。

Since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it's the only way they can get anything really finished.

因为变化是不断的，你想知道人们是否渴望死亡，因为这是他们完成任何事情的唯一方式。

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

从我出生的那天起，我的死亡就开始了。它不慌不忙地向我走来。

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

睡眠——死而不死——活着，但不是活着。

Sleep is cousin German unto death: Sleep and death differ, no more, than a carcass And a skeleton.

睡眠与死亡是近亲，睡眠与死亡的区别并不比一具尸体和一具骷髅大多少。

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

睡得好，死得好;当然，最好的事情是根本就没有出生。

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

睡眠是可爱的，死亡是更好的，没有出生当然是奇迹。

Smiles and tears, giggles and laughs, late night calls and cute photographs. I'll be there for you until the day of death, best friends forever until my very last breath.

微笑和眼泪，傻笑和大笑，深夜电话和可爱的照片。我会在你身边，直到死亡的那一天，永远是你最好的朋友，直到我咽下最后一口气。

So little done, so much to do.

做的事太少，要做的事太多。

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

士兵的生活。他死了，而不是你，你感到内疚，因为你很高兴他死了，而不是你。士兵活着，却不知道为什么。