2020 3-8

英文摘录1

Who can say that their lives are not insignificant?

Everyone's life is composed with one after another insignificant day.

Some people got their willpower abraded in this endless loop of days.

They think this is how things can only be like.

So they choose to reach a compromise and become mediocre.  They become the background colors in others' eyes. They won't achieve anything great to be written down in history, nor can they bring any enjoyment to the people around them.

They are alive, but deep down in their hearts something important has died.

And there are another kind of people. They choose to live with dignity.

A graceful lifestyle is not a show for others to watch. You live it because you deserve it. Through it, you are avoiding to become a victim of this cruel world.

This kind of people know how to find joy in simple things. They know how to make a common day safisticated and meaningful.

Life has denied them some beauty. But they build them with their own hands.

So which kind of these two are you? And which kind are you willing to be?

Have you find the answer?

英文摘录2

What I Have Lived For

　　Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

　　I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness---that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what---at last---I have found.

　　With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

　　Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always it brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

　　This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.