双语阅读：那些短命的恋爱 那些刻骨的教训
英语
Whether happiness and sorrow in life would finally become memories.Why not face them with smile.一生中无论快乐与悲伤，到最后都将成为回忆不妨学着一笑置之的胸怀.
It's okay to have flaws, which make you real. 有点缺点没关系，这样才真实。
It'd be better to light up the candle than curse the darkness.No one can give you brightness expect yourself.与其诅咒黑暗，不如燃起蜡烛。没有人能给你光明，除了你自己。
Men have to be powerful enough to save the hope of your loved. 男人必须足够强大，才有能力带给你所爱的人希望。
Sometimes the perfect person for you is the one you least expect. 有时候，最适合你的人 恰恰是你最没有想到的人。
You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves,they wanna tell you you can't do it.If you want something, go get it. 如果你有梦想，守护它。 当人们做不到一些事情的时候，他们就会说你也同样不能。既然有了目标，你就要努力实现。
千奕西班牙语双语阅读：命运让我们走到一起
千奕西班牙语双语阅读：命运让我们走到一起El destino nos ha unido命运让我们走到一起Dicen que dos corazones que están predestinados a estar juntos, no hay nada que puedan hacer para escapar el uno del otro: su amor nacerá, florecerá y permanecerá eterno, por encima de las es trellas, por que hay una fuerza más grande que nosotros que nos empuja, nos invita a sentir.人们说，两个人的心注定要在一起，不会从对方身边逃离：他们将种下爱情之树，生根发芽，直达永恒。
在星星之下，有一种巨大的力量推向我们，让我们一同感受。
Sé que cuando te conocí sentí algo muy especial, un escalofrío recorrió mi cuerpo y en ese mismo instante supe que nuestros corazones se estaban llamando el uno al otro, por que se conocían dede hace mucho, mucho tiempo, y estaban respondiendo a la llamada ancestral del destino, de la que nadie puede escapar.我知道的，遇见你时我就有一种奇特的感觉，一阵寒战穿过我的身体。
在那一刻，我知道，我们的心在互相呼唤，因为他们已经相识许久，许久。
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2023·01 英语世界
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of college students has shown that such expectations are correlated with dysfunctional patterns in relationships, such as the assumption that partners will understand and predict each other’s wishes and desires with little effort or communication because they’re a cosmically perfect match. In other words, a belief in destiny leads to a belief in mind reading. 7 This wreaks havoc on relationships. For one, it hinders forgiveness after a fight (“You should know what bothers me without me having to tell you!”), which in turn increases distress and escalates the severity of conflicts. Researchers have also found that people who believe in destiny are more likely to end a relationship via “ghosting,” in which one partner abruptly cuts off contact, leaving the ghosted partner to suffer a breakup with no explanation. 8 The opposite of “destiny beliefs” is a conviction of free will—the view that partners decide whether they should be together, and thus, that they are responsible for the relationship’s success. 9 If you’re searching for the right relationship, you can avoid the pitfalls of destiny beliefs in three ways. 10 First, remember that Hollywood doesn’t have your love interests at heart. When you indulge in a romantic comedy, consider its source. According
爱的牺牲中英文
爱的牺牲中英文A SERVICE OF LOVE When one loves ones Art no service seems too hard. That is our premise. This story shall draw a conclusion from it and show at the same time that the premise is incorrect. That will be a new thing in logic and a feat in story-telling somewhat older than the great wall of China. Joe Larrabee came out of the post-oak flats of the Middle West pulsing with a genius for pictorial art. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with a prominent citizen passing it hastily. This effort was framed and hung in the drug store window by the side of the ear of corn with an uneven number of rows. At twenty he left for New York with a flowing necktie and a capital tied up somewhat closer. Delia Caruthers did things in six octaves so promisingly in a pine-tree village in the South that her relatives chipped in enough in her chip hat for her to go quotNorthquot and quotfinish.quot They could not see her f-- but that is our story. Joe and Delia met in an atelier where a number of art and music students had gathered to discuss chiaroscuro Wagner music Rembrandts works pictures Waldteufel wall paper Chopin and Oolong. Joe and Delia became enamoured one of the other or each of the other as you please and in a short time were married--for see above when one loves ones Art no service seems too hard. Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee began housekeeping in a flat. It was a lonesome flat--something like the A sharp way down at the left-hand end of the keyboard. And they were happy for they had their Art and they had each other. And my advice to therich young man would be--sell all thou hast and give it to the poor--janitor for the privilege of living in a flat with your Art and your Delia. Flat-dwellers shall indorse my dictum that theirs is the only true happiness. If a home is happy it cannot fit too close--let the dresser collapse and become a billiard table let the mantel turn to a rowing machine the escritoire to a spare bedchamber the washstand to an upright piano let the four walls come together if they will so you and your Delia are between. But if home be the other kind let it be wide and long--enter you at the Golden Gate hang your hat on Hatteras your cape on Cape Horn and go out by the Labrador. Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister--you know his fame. His fees are high his lessons are light--his high-lights have brought him renown. Delia was studying under Rosenstock--you know his repute as a disturber of the piano keys. They were mighty happy as long as their money lasted. So is every--but I will not be cynical. Their aims were very clear and defined. Joe was to become capable very soon of turning out pictures that old gentlemen with thin side-whiskers and thick pocketbooks would sandbag one another in his studio for the privilege of buying. Delia was to become familiar and then contemptuous with Music so that when she saw the orchestra seats and boxes unsold she could have sore throat and lobster in a private dining-room and refuse to go on the stage. But the best in my opinion was the home life in the little flat--the ardent voluble chats after the days study the cozy dinners and fresh light breakfasts the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the others or elseinconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m. But after a while Art flagged. It sometimes does even if some switchman doesnt flag it. Everything going out and nothing coming in as the vulgarians say. Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Herr Rosenstock their prices. When one loves ones Art no service seems too hard. So Delia said she must give music lessons to keep the chafing dish bubbling. For two or three days she went out canvassing for pupils. One evening she came home elated. quotJoe dearquot she said gleefully quotIve a pupil. And oh the loveliest people General--General A. B. Pinkneys daughter--on Seventy-first street. Such a splendid houseJoe--you ought to see the front door Byzantine I think you wouldcall it. And inside Oh Joe I never saw anything like it before. quotMy pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her already. Shes a delicate thing--dresses always in white and the sweetest simplest manners Only eighteen years old. Im to give three lessons a week andjust think Joe 5 a lesson. I dont mind it a bit for when I get two or three more pupils I can resume my lessons with Herr Rosenstock. Now smooth out that wrinkle between your brows dear and lets have a nice supper.quot quotThats all right for you Delequot said Joe attacking a can of peas with a carving knife and a hatchet quotbut how about me Do you think Im going to let you hustle for wages while I philander in the regions of high art Not by the bones of Benvenuto Cellini I guess I can sell papers or lay cobblestones and bring in a dollar or two.quot Deliacame and hung about his neck. quotJoe dear you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had quit my music and gone to work at something else. While I teach I learn. I am always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on 15 a week. You mustnt think of leaving Mr. Magister.quot quotAll rightquot said Joe reaching for the blue scalloped vegetable dish. quotBut I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isnt Art. But youre a trump and a dear to do it.quot quotWhen one loves ones Art no service seems too hardquot said Delia. quotMagister praised the sky in that sketch I made in the parkquot said Joe. quotAnd Tinkle gave me permission to hang two of them in his window.I may sell one if the right kind of a moneyed idiot sees them.quotquotIm sure you willquot said Delia sweetly. quotAnd now lets bethankful for Gen. Pinkney and this veal roast.quot During all of thenext week the Larrabees had an early breakfast. Joe was enthusiastic about some morning-effect sketches he was doing in Central Park andDelia packed him off breakfasted coddled praised and kissed at 7 oclock. Art is an engaging mistress. It was most times 7 oclock when he returned in the evening. At the end of the week Delia sweetly proud but languid triumphantly tossed three five-dollar bills on the 8x10 inches centre table of the 8x10 feet flat parlour. quotSometimesquot she said a little wearily quotClementina tries me. Im afraid she doesnt practise enoughand I have to tell her the same things so often. And then she always dresses entirely in white and that does get monotonous. But Gen. Pinkney is the dearest old man I wish you could know him Joe. He comes insometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano--he is a widower you know--and stands there pulling his white goatee. And how are the semiquavers and the demisemiquavers progressing he always asks. quotI wish you could see the wainscoting in that drawing-room Joe And those Astrakhan rug portières. And Clementina has suc h a funny little cough. I hope she is stronger than she looks. Oh I really am getting attached to her she is so gentle and high bred. Gen. Pinkneys brother was once Minister to Bolivia.quot And then Joe with the air of a Monte Cristo drew forth a ten a five a two and a one--all legal tender notes--andlaid them beside Delias earnings. quotSold that watercolour of the obelisk to a man from Peoriaquot he announced overwhelmingly. quotDont joke with mequot said Delia quotnot from Peoriaquot quotAll the way. I wish you could see him Dele. Fat man with a woollen muffler and a quill toothpick. He saw the sketch in Tinkles window and thought it was a windmill at first. He was game though and bought it anyhow. He ordered another--an oil sketch of the Lackawanna freight depot--to take back with him. Music lessons Oh I guess Art is still in it.quot quotIm so glad youve kept onquot said Delia heartily. quotYoure bound to win dear. Thirty-three dollars We never had so much to spend before. Well have oysters to-night.quot quotAnd filet mignon withchampignonsquot said Joe. quotWhere is the olive forkquot On thenext Saturday evening Joe reached home first. He spread his 18 on the parlour table and washed what seemed to be a great deal of dark paint from his hands. Half an hour later Delia arrived her right hand tied upin a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages. quotHow is thisquot asked Joe after the usual greetings. Delia laughed but not very joyously. quotClementinaquot she explained quotinsisted upon a Welsh rabbit after her lesson. She is such a queer girl. Welsh rabbits at 5 in the afternoon. The General was there. You should have seen him run for the chafing dish Joe just as if there wasnt a servant in the house. I know Clementina isnt in good health she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled a great lot of it boiling hot over my hand and wrist. Ithurt awfully Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry But Gen. Pinkney--Joe that old man nearly went distracted. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody--they said the furnace man or somebody in the basement--out to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesnt hurt so much now.quot quotWhats thisquot asked Joe taking the hand tenderly and pulling at some white strands beneath the bandages. quotIts something softquot said Delia quotthat had oil on it. Oh Joe did yousell another sketchquot She had seen the money on the table. quotDid Iquot said Joe quotjust ask the man from Peoria. He got his depot to-day and he isnt sure but he thinks he wants another parkscape and a view on the Hudson. What time this afternoon did you burn your hand Delequot quotFive oclock I thinkquot said Dele plaintively. quotThe iron--I mean the rabbit came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen Gen. Pinkney Joe when--quot quotSit down here a moment Delequot said Joe. He drew her to the couch sat beside her and put his arm across her shoulders. quotWhat have you been doing for the last two weeks Delequothe asked. She braved it for a moment or two with an eye full of love and stubbornness and murmured a phrase or two vaguely of Gen. Pinkney but at length down went her head and out came the truth and tears. quotI couldnt get any pupilsquot she confessed. quotAnd I couldnt bear to have you give up your lessons and I got a place ironing shirts in that big Twenty-fourth street laundry. And I think I did very well to make up both General Pinkney and Clementina dont you Joe And when a girl in the laundry set down a hot iron on my hand this afternoon I was all the way home making up that story about the Welsh rabbit. Youre not angry are you Joe And if I hadnt got the work you mightnt have sold your sketches to that man from Peoria.quot quotHe wasnt from Peoriaquot said Joe slowly. quotWell it doesnt matter where he was from. How clever you are Joe--and--kiss me Joe--and what made you ever suspect that I wasntgiving music lessons to Clementinaquot quotI didntquot said Joequotuntil to-night. And I wouldnt have then only I sent up this cotton waste and oil from the engine-room this afternoon for a girl upstairs who had her hand burned with a smoothing-iron. Ive been firing the engine in that laundry for the last two weeks.quot quotAnd then you didnt--quot quotMy purchaser from Peoriaquot said Joe quotand Gen. Pinkney are both creations of the same art--but you wouldnt call it either painting or music.quot And then they both laughed and Joe began: quotWhen one loves ones Art no service seems--quot But Delia stopped him with her hand on his lips. quotNoquot she said--quotjust When one loves.quot 乔和德丽雅互相——或者彼此随你高兴怎么说——一见倾心短期内就结了婚——当你爱好你的艺术时就觉得没有什么牺牲是难以忍受的。
英汉双语阅读阅读
英汉双语阅读阅读英汉双语美文阅读英汉双语美文阅读英汉双语美文：幸福的真谛One of my patients, a successful businessman, tells me that before his cancer he would become depressed unless things went a certain way. Happiness was “having the cookie.“ If you had the cookie, things were good. If you didn"t have the cookie, life wasn"t worth a damn. Unfortunately, the cookie kept changing. Some of the time it was money, sometimes power, sometimes sex. At other times, it was the new car, the biggest contract, the most prestigious address. A year and a half after his diagnosis of prostate cancer he sits shaking his head ruefully. "It"s like I stopped learning how to live after I was a kid. When I give my son a cookie, he is happy. If I take the cookie away or it breaks, he is unhappy. But he is two and a half and I am forty-three. It"s taken me this long to understand that the cookie will never make me happy for long. The minute you have the cookie it starts to crumble or you start to worry about it crumbling or about someone trying to take it away from you. You know, you have to give up a lot of things to take care of the cookie, to keep it from crumbling and be sure that no one takes it away from you. You may not even get a chance to eat it because you are so busy just trying not to lose it. Having the cookie is not what life is about." My patient laughs and says cancer has changed him. For the first time he is happy. No matter if his business is doing well or not, no matter if he wins or loses at golf. "Two years ago, cancer asked me, "Okay, what"s important What is really important" Well, life is important Life. Lifeany way you can have it, life with the cookie, life without the cookie. Happiness does not have anything to do with the cookie;it has to do with being alive. Before, who made the time" He pauses thoughtfully. "Damn, I guess life is the cookie 我有一位病人，他是一个成功的商人，告诉我，在他患癌症之前，凡事如果没有确定下来他就忧心忡忡。
简爱英汉双语版3000字摘抄
简爱英汉双语版3000字摘抄1、听的人越焦急，说的人越起劲。
Listen to the people,the more anxious,said the more powerfully.2、生命太短暂了，不应该用来记恨。
Life is too short,should not be used to bear grudges.3、有人说，回首痛苦的往事是一种享受。
Some people say that looking back pain past is pleasure.4、生命太短暂了，没时间恨一个人那么久。
Life is too short,don't have time to hate a person so long.5、从今天起，先生，我永远也不会离开你了。
Starting today,Sir,I will never leave you.6、忘掉梦幻中的灾祸，单想现实中的幸福吧!Forget the dream of the disaster,single want to real happiness!7、虽说我是孩子，却不愿当做空页随手翻过。
Though I was a child,but wouldn't go as empty pages with hand over.8、你自没有权利出世，因为你不使生活有用处。
Since you have no right,because you don't make life useful.9、鼓足勇气准备面对最坏的结局，它终于来了。
Get up the courage to face the worst outcome,it is finally here.10、被命运所抛弃的人，总是被他的朋友们遗忘!Being abandoned by fate,always forgotten by the his friends!11、人生而平等，我必须，我也可以平等地追求爱。
a study in scarlet双语
a study in scarlet双语CHAPTER I. Mr. Sherlock Holmes第一章夏洛克·福尔摩斯先生Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, souvenir from some far-off land. At one end was a knob of silver, and upon this was engraved a curious device. It seemed to be aconventionalized solar symbol, but with the addition of several planets and a crescent-shaped moon. "What do you make of it, Holmes?" I asked.福尔摩斯先生通常总是很晚才起床，不过，在他彻夜未眠、偶尔早起的时候除外。
这天早上，他正坐在餐桌旁吃早饭。
我站在壁炉前的地毯上，拿起了头天晚上我们的客人丢下的手杖。
这是一根精致而又沉重的木棍，上面刻着远方某个地方的一种图案，一头有个银把手，上面刻着一个奇异的符号。
看上去好像是个象征太阳的正规图案，此外，还有几个行星和一个新月形的月亮。
双语朗读美文：爱情是生活中的珍宝
双语朗读美文：爱情是生活中的珍宝摘录：没有爱和友情，生活会变成地狱。
爱是我们生活中埋藏着的一件珍宝。
Life becomes hell without love and affection. Love is one of the hidden treasures of our life.We are fortunate enough to live in a lovely world. Many of us would die without love and affection of other peoples. There is no thing in this world is stable except the love. The best thing is anyone can have love and affection of other peoples as long as he loves other people. Love and affection is not only available with human beings it is also available in animals. Love and affection only makes this world a meaningful place to live. Assume a situation where no people show affection and love towards others. In such situation all of our life will become a hell. This can be better understood by the following example.没有爱和友情，生活会变成地狱。
爱是我们生活中埋藏着的一件珍宝。
我们很幸运能生活在一个可爱的世界中。
谢谢你罗西英语课文
谢谢你罗西英语课文谢谢你，罗西It was not much - a few words and a tiny bouquet of lily of the valley. Yet it brought me strange comfort in a trying time.虽然那样微不足道一几句话和一-小束铃兰，却在那段难熬的日子里带给我莫名的安慰。
It had been a long, long year - -the last year of my son Adrian's brief life.那一年，时间是那样漫长一那是我的儿子安德里安短暂人生的最后一年。
The journey up by train to London's Waterloo Station had become almost routine. Then the 25-minute walk across Waterloo Bridge and on to The Hospital for Sick Children, Great Street. The walk to the hospital was not without enjoyment, for I was eager to see my son again and buoyed up by the somehow indestructible hope that today, by some miracle, he would be recovering.乘火车到伦敦的滑铁卢车站几乎已经成了家常便饭。
(下车后)步行二十五分钟，穿过滑铁卢大桥，就来到了位于大欧蒙德街的儿童医院。
去医院的路上并非那么沉重，因为我渴望再见到我儿子，而且冥冥之中我怀着一线希望，也许在今天，他的病情会奇迹般地好转。
But the return to the railway station in the evening was devastating. Once again, no miracle. Some evenings it became, insupportable.但每当夜幕降临我返回车站的时候，我绝望至极:奇迹还是没有出现。
中英文翻译
Mr. Dawsonwas an old grouch, and everyone in town knew it. Kids knew not to go into his yard to pick a delicious apple, even off the ground, because old Dawson, they said, would come after you with his ball bullet gun.道森先生是个坏脾气的老头子，镇上的每个人都知道这个。
小孩们知道不能到他的院子里摘美味的苹果，甚至掉在地上的也不能捡，因为据他们说，老道森会端着他的弹丸猎枪跟在你后面追。
One Friday, 12-year-old Janet was going to stay all night with herfriend Amy. They had to walk by Dawson's house on the way to Amy's house,but as they got close Janet sawhim sitting on his front porch and suggestedthey cross over to the other side of the street. Like most of the children,she was scared of the old man because of the stories she'd heard abouthim.一个周五，12 岁的珍妮特要陪她的朋友艾米过夜。
她们去艾米家的途中得路过道森先生的房子。
当她们离道森家越来越近时，珍妮特看见道森先生坐在前廊，于是她建议她们过马路从街的另一边走。
跟大多数孩子一样，珍妮特听过他的故事，对他很是害怕。
Amy said not to worry, Mr. Dawson wouldn't hurt anyone. Still, Janet was growing more nervous with each step closer to the old man's house.When they got close enough, Dawson looked up with his usual frown, but when he saw it was Amy, a broad smile changed his entire face as he said,"Hello Miss Amy. I see you've got a little friend with you today."艾米说别担心，道森先生不会伤害任何人。
我不会为平等去送死双语散文
我不会为平等去送死双语散文I Won‘t Die for EqualityThe army is slammed for sexism, but do we want a Mum‘s Army？军队因为性别歧视而受指责，但难道我们需要一支娘子军吗？Seventy-five years ago all British women were finally given what all British men had been granted 10 years earlier ——the right to vote. First of f the blocks to mark the occasion has been, oddly, the Sun (that same organ, ironically, mostly ‘celebrates‘ women‘s emancipation with a naked interest in their bulging breasts and shapely bums).That no one else has yet seemed to notice reflects the fact that the winning side in the equality war doesn‘t want to waste precious time crowing. They want to get on with dealing the most humiliating defeat upon the remaining enemy: foes such as those employers who pay women less than comparable men; the corporations with an all-male hierarchy at the top; and of course the men who tiresomely persist in sexist words or behaviour.Like the military. A report last week slammed the Army for sexism, complaining that women are called ‘girls‘ ——quite different, the authors said, from referring to the troops as ‘our boys‘. ‘Boys‘, it seems, is a good, encouraging, matey kind of word. ‘Girls‘, by contrast, is derogatory and demeaning. This was only to be expected, the authors pointed out, from an institution that enjoys ‘partial‘ exemption from equal opportunities legislation ?nbsp;and thus can exclude its ‘girls‘ from some direct combat positions. How chauvinist can you get?But hold o n: do women really want to turn Dad‘s Army intoMum‘s Army, a posse of latter-day Amazons braving the front line, cheek by jowl with their male counterparts? We don‘t want to stand beside the boys and fire rifles into the whites of Iraqi eyes. Nor are we gasping for a chance to be blasted to smithereens by a cluster bomb. I may not be crazy about being called ‘girl‘, but that doesn‘t mean I want to be mowed down with the ‘boys‘ in the killing fields.Yet this kind of job-equalising ——if Jack can do it, Jill sure as hell can do it better ——has long been cherished by social planners, feminist or not. For decades, men-only enclaves gave women their battle cry: let me in there! The xclusion zone in those days ranged from clubs, manual work, the Church of England and the armed forces.Now it has shrunk to a few moth-eaten armchairs in clubland; the golfers‘ paradise——the Royal and Ancient Club of St Andrews; the Roman Catholic priesthood; and front-line combat.The head of the Stock Exchange is a woman, female plumbers are growing in numbers (including that Oxford graduate, Nicola Gillison, who made headlines recently because she ditched her consultancy job for a mole wrench), and one in 12 of the Army is female. As for women lorry drivers, that should be no surprise. Women drivers have such a sterling record that insurance companies now offer cheaper premiums in return for the promise that no man will come anywhere near the four wheels of their car.Given such progress, only rabid equalisers would argue that they cannot rest until women have the right to be wind bagged by some old geezer reading Horse and Hound by the fire; or risk death or a war wound through their rightful place on the front line.Social engineering that fixes men and women in the same post, at all costs, makes no sense. As the foreigner chewed his dumplings at some dire Intourist restaurant in the Soviet Union, his (or her) surprised gaze might alight upon the workers outside in their drab overalls. Who were those stocky muscular figures clambering up the scaffolding with buckets of primrose yellow paint to freshen up the crumbling facades of the surrounding buildings? Women. Who was heaving the garbagecontainers into the dilapidated rubbish truck? Women. Who was shovelling up the piles of dirt and grit left in the melted snow by the side of the road? Women.And what of the Israeli army, which believes women sabras as well as men should face enemy fire? That idea has proved a disaster ?nbsp; with men behaving suicidally to protect the women, casualties mounting, and the government now considering legislation to keep women away from the front. It‘s been a dire tale in the American military too, with physical strength tests rigged to accommodate women soldiers who with the best will in the world cannot throw a hand grenade to a safe distance.There‘s nothing wrong with a handful of super-tough modern-day GI Janes being hooked on Jane‘s Guide to Extra Lethal Infantry Weapons, or wasting their weekends playing war games; the modern military needs women to boost its flagging recruits, and if supply now matches demands, I am sure we can all rest more easily in the shadow of the Axis of Evil.But a woman does not need to be in the firing line to feel as good as a man. That is an equality too far.不平等，毋宁死？七十五年前，全体英国女性最终获得了全体英国男性早十年就已获得的选举权。
英语每日阅读：生命中不能承受之轻
英语每日阅读：生命中不能承受之轻If eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness. But, is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid? The heaviest of burdens crushes us. We sink beneath it. It pins us to the ground. The heaviest of burdens is, therefore, simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth; the more real and truthful they become.如果永劫回归是最沉重的负担，那么我们的就能以其全部辉煌的轻松，来与之抗衡：可是，沉重便真的悲惨，而轻松便真的辉煌吗？最沉重的负担压得我们崩塌了，沉没了，将我们钉在地上、由此，最沉重的负担同时也是一种生活最为充实的象征j负担越沉，我们的生活也就贴近大地，越趋近真切和实在。
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights. Take leave of the earth and his earthly being and become only half real. His movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose; weight or lightness?相反，完全没有负担，人变得比大气还轻，会高高地飞起，离别大地亦即离别真实的生活。
Love is Fallacy 附翻译
Love is Fallacyby Max ShulmanCool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute and astute—I was all of these. My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, precise as a chemist’s scales, as penetrating as a scalpel. And—think of it!—I only eighteen.It is not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take, for example, Petey Bellows, my roommate at the university. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. Worst of all, a faddist. Fads, I submit, are the very negation of reason. To be swept up in every new craze that comes along, to surrender oneself to idiocy just because everybody else is doing it—this, to me, is the acme of mindlessness. Not, however, to Petey.One afternoon I found Petey lying on his bed with an expression of such distress on his face that I immediately diagnosed appendicitis. “Don’t move,” I said, “Don’t take a laxative. I’ll get a doctor.”“Raccoon,” he mumbled thi ckly.“Raccoon?” I said, pausing in my flight.“I want a raccoon coat,” he wailed.I perceived that his trouble was not physical, but mental. “Why do you want a raccoon coat?”“I should have known it,” he cried, pounding his temples. “I should have known t hey’d come back when the Charleston came back. Like a fool I spent all my money for textbooks, and now I can’t get a raccoon coat.”“Can you mean,” I said incredulously, “that people are actually wearing raccoon coats again?”“All the Big Men on Campus are wearing them. Where’ve you been?”“In the library,” I said, naming a place not frequented by Big Men on Campus.He leaped from the bed and paced the room. “I’ve got to have a raccoon coat,” he said passionately. “I’ve got to!”“Petey, why? Look at it rati onally. Raccoon coats are unsanitary. They shed. They smell bad. They weigh too much. They’re unsightly. They—”“You don’t understand,” he interrupted impatiently. “It’s the thing to do. Don’t you want to be in the swim?”“No,” I said truthfully.“Well, I do,” he declared. “I’d give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!”My brain, that precision instrument, slipped into high gear. “Anything?” I asked, looking at him narrowly.“Anything,” he affirmed in ringing tones.I stroked my chin thoughtfully. It so happened that I knew where to get my hands on a raccoon coat. My father had had one in his undergraduate days; it lay now in a trunk in the attic back home. It also happened that Petey hadsomething I wanted. He didn’t have it exactly, but at least he had first rights on it. I refer to his girl, Polly Espy.I had long coveted Polly Espy. Let me emphasize that my desire for this young woman was not emotional in nature. She was, to be sure, a girl who excited the emotions, but I was not one to let my heart rule my head. I wanted Polly for a shrewdly calculated, entirely cerebral reason.I was a freshman in law school. In a few years I would be out in practice. I was well aware of the importance of the right kind of wife in furthering a lawyer’s career. The suc cessful lawyers I had observed were, almost without exception, married to beautiful, gracious, intelligent women. With one omission, Polly fitted these specifications perfectly.Beautiful she was. She was not yet of pin-up proportions, but I felt that time would supply the lack. She already had the makings.Gracious she was. By gracious I mean full of graces. She had an erectness of carriage, an ease of bearing, a poise that clearly indicated the best of breeding. At table her manners were exquisite. I had seen her at the Kozy Kampus Korner eating the specialty of the house—a sandwich that contained scraps of pot roast, gravy, chopped nuts, and a dipper of sauerkraut—without even getting her fingers moist.Intelligent she was not. In fact, she veered in the opposite direction. But I believed that under my guidance she would smarten up. At any rate, it was worth a try. It is, after all, easier to make a beautiful dumb girl smart than to make an ugly smart girl beautiful.“Petey,” I said, “are you in love with Polly Espy?”“I think she’s a keen kid,” he replied, “but I don’t know if you’d call it love. Why?”“Do you,” I asked, “have any kind of formal arrangement with her? I mean are you going steady or anything like that?”“No. We see each other quite a bit, but we both have other dates. Why?”“Is there,” I asked, “any other man for whom she has a particular fondness?”“Not that I know of. Why?”I nodded with satisfaction. “In other words, if you were out of the picture, the field would be open. Is that right?”“I guess so. What are you getting at?”“Nothing , nothing,” I said innocently, and took my suitcase out the closet.“Where are you going?” asked Petey.“Home for weekend.” I threw a few things into the bag.“Listen,” he said, clutching my arm eagerly, “while you’re home, you couldn’t get some money from your old man, could you, and lend it to me so I can buy a raccoon coat?”“I may do better than that,” I said with a mysterious wink and closed my bag and left.“Look,” I said to Petey when I got back Monday morning. I threw open the suitcase and revealed the huge, hairy, gamy object that my father had worn in his Stutz Bearcat in 1925.“Holy Toledo!” said Petey reverently. He plunged his hands into the raccoon coat and then his face. “Holy Toledo!” he repeate d fifteen or twenty times.“Would you like it?” I asked.“Oh yes!” he cried, clutching the greasy pelt to him. Then a canny look came into his eyes. “What do you want for it?”“Your girl.” I said, mincing no words.“Polly?” he said in a horrified whisper. “You want Polly?”“That’s right.”He flung the coat from him. “Never,” he said stoutly.I shrugged. “Okay. If you don’t want to be in the swim, I guess it’s your business.”I sat down in a chair and pretended to read a book, but out of the corner of my eye I kept watching Petey. He was a torn man. First he looked at the coat with the expression of a waif at a bakery window. Then he turned away and set his jaw resolutely. Then he looked back at the coat, with even more longing in his face. Then he turned away, but with not so much resolution this time. Back and forth his head swiveled, desire waxing, resolution waning. Finally he didn’t turn away at all; he just stood and stared with mad lust at the coat.“It isn’t as though I was in love with Polly,” he said thickly. “Or going steady or anything like that.”“That’s right,” I murmured.“What’s Polly to me, or me to Polly?”“Not a thing,” said I.“It’s just been a casual kick—just a few laughs, that’s all.”“Try on the coat,” said I.He complied. The coat bunched high over his ears and dropped all the way down to his shoe tops. He looked like a mound of dead raccoons. “Fits fine,” he said happily.I rose from my chair. “Is it a deal?” I asked, extending my hand.He swallowed. “It’s a deal,” he said and shook my hand.I had my first date with Polly the following evening. This was in the nature of a survey; I wanted to find out just how much work I had to do to get her mind up to the standard I required. I took her first to dinner. “Gee, that was a delish dinner,” she said as we left the restaurant. Then I took her to a movie. “Gee, that was a marvy movie,” she said as we left the theatre. And then I took her home. “Gee, I had a sensaysh time,” she said as she bade me good night.I went back to my room with a heavy heart. I had gravely underestimated the size of my task. This girl’s lack of information was terrifying. Nor would it be enough merely to supply her with information. First she had to be taught to think. This loomed as a project of no small dimensions, and at first I wastempted to give her back to Petey. But then I got to thinking about her abundant physical charms and about the way she entered a room and the way she handled a knife and fork, and I decided to make an effort.I went about it, as in all things, systematically. I gave her a course in logic. It happened that I, as a law student, was taking a course in logic myself, so I had all the facts at my fingertips. “Poll’,” I said to her when I picked her up on our next date, “tonight we are going over to the Knoll and talk.”“Oo, terrif,” she replied. One thing I will say for this girl: you would go far to find another so agreeable.We went to the Knoll, the campus trysting place, and we sat down under an old oak, and she looked at me expectantly. “What are we going to talk about?” she asked.“Logic.”She thought this over for a minute and decided she liked it. “Magnif,” she said.“Logic,” I said, clearing my throat, “is the science of thinking. Before we can think correctly, we must first learn to recognize the common fallacies of logic. These we will take up tonight.”“Wow-dow!” she cried, clapping her hands delightedly.I winced, but went bravely on. “First let us examine the fallacy called Dicto Simpliciter.”“By all means,” she urged, batting her lash es eagerly.“Dicto Simpliciter means an argument based on an unqualified generalization. For example: Exercise is good. Therefore everybody should exercise.”“I agree,” said Polly earnestly. “I mean exercise is wonderful. I mean it builds the body and ever ything.”“Polly,” I said gently, “the argument is a fallacy. Exercise is good is an unqualified generalization. For instance, if you have heart disease, exercise is bad, not good. Many people are ordered by their doctors not to exercise. You must qualify the generalization. You must say exercise is usually good, or exercise is good for most people. Otherwise you have committed a Dicto Simpliciter. Do you see?”“No,” she confessed. “But this is marvy. Do more! Do more!”“It will be better if you stop tugging at my sleeve,” I told her, and when she desisted, I continued. “Next we take up a fallacy called Hasty Generalization. Listen carefully: You can’t speak French. Petey Bellows can’t speak French. I must therefore conclude that nobody at the University of Minnesota can speak French.”“Really?” said Polly, amazed. “Nobody?”I hid my exasperation. “Polly, it’s a fallacy. The generalization is reached too hastily. There are too few instances to support such a conclusion.”“Know any more fallacies?” she asked breathlessly. “This is more fun than dancing even.”I fought off a wave of despair. I was getting nowhere with this girl, absolutely nowhere. Still, I am nothing if not persistent. I continued. “Next comes Post Hoc. Listen to this: Let’s not take Bill on our picnic. Every time we take him out with us, it rains.”“I know somebody just like that,” she exclaimed. “A girl back home—Eula Becker, her name is. It never fails. Every single time we take her on a picnic—”“Polly,” I said sharply, “it’s a fallacy. Eula Becker doesn’t cause the rain. She has no connection with the rain. You are guilty of Post Hoc if you blame Eula Becker.”“I’ll never do it again,” she promised contritely. “Are you mad at me?”I sighed. “No, Polly, I’m not mad.”“Then tell me some more fallacies.”“All right. Let’s try Contradictory Premises.”“Yes, let’s,” she chirped, blinking her eyes happily.I frowned, but plunged ahead. “Here’s an example of Contradictory Premises: If God can do anything, can He make a stone so heavy that He won’t be able to lift it?”“Of course,” she replied promptly.“But if He can do anything, He can lift the stone,” I pointed out.“Yeah,” she said thoughtfully. “Well, then I guess He can’t make the stone.”“But He can do anything,” I reminded her.She scratched he r pretty, empty head. “I’m all confused,” she admitted.“Of course you are. Because when the premises of an argument contradict each other, there can be no argument. If there is an irresistible force, there can be no immovable object. If there is an immovable object, there can be no irresistible force. Get it?”“Tell me more of this keen stuff,” she said eagerly.I consulted my watch. “I think we’d better call it a night. I’ll take you home now, and you go over all the things you’ve learned. We’ll have anot her session tomorrow night.”I deposited her at the girls’ dormitory, where she assured me that she had had a perfectly terrif evening, and I went glumly home to my room. Petey lay snoring in his bed, the raccoon coat huddled like a great hairy beast at his feet. For a moment I considered waking him and telling him that he could have his girl back. It seemed clear that my project was doomed to failure. The girl simply had a logic-proof head.But then I reconsidered. I had wasted one evening; I might as well waste another. Who knew? Maybe somewhere in the extinct crater of her mind a few members still smoldered. Maybe somehow I could fan them into flame. Admittedly it was not a prospect fraught with hope, but I decided to give it one more try.Seated under th e oak the next evening I said, “Our first fallacy tonight is called Ad Misericordiam.”She quivered with delight.“Listen closely,” I said. “A man applies for a job. When the boss asks him what his qualifications are, he replies that he has a wife and six children at home, the wife is a helpless cripple, the children have nothing to eat, no clothes to wear, no shoes on their feet, there are no beds in the house, no coal in the cellar, and winter is coming.”A tear rolled down each of Polly’s pink cheeks. “Oh, this is awful, awful,” she sobbed.“Yes, it’s awful,” I agreed, “but it’s no argument. The man never answered the boss’s question about his qualifications. Instead he appealed to the boss’s sympathy. He committed the fallacy of Ad Misericordiam. Do you understand?”“Have you got a handkerchief?” she blubbered.I handed her a handkerchief and tried to keep from screaming while she wiped her eyes. “Next,” I said in a carefully controlled tone, “we will discuss False Analogy. Here is an example: Students should be allowed to look at their textbooks during examinations. After all, surgeons have X-rays to guide them during an operation, lawyers have briefs to guide them during a trial, carpenters have blueprints to guide them when they are building a house. Why, then, shouldn’t students be allowed to look at their textbooks during an examination?”“There now,” she said enthusiastically, “is the most marvy idea I’ve heard in years.”“Polly,” I said testily, “the argument is all wrong. Doctors, lawyers, and carpe nters aren’t taking a test to see how much they have learned, but students are. The situations are altogether different, and you can’t make an analogy between them.”“I still think it’s a good idea,” said Polly.“Nuts,” I muttered. Doggedly I pressed on. “Next we’ll try Hypothesis Contrary to Fact.”“Sounds yummy,” was Polly’s reaction.“Listen: If Madame Curie had not happened to leave a photographic plate in a drawer with a chunk of pitchblende, the world today would not know about radium.”“True, true,” said Polly, nodding her head “Did you see the movie? Oh, it just knocked me out. That Walter Pidgeon is so dreamy. I mean he fractures me.”“If you can forget Mr. Pidgeon for a moment,” I said coldly, “I would like to point out that statement is a fallacy. Maybe Madame Curie would have discovered radium at some later date. Maybe somebody else would have discovered it. Maybe any number of things would have happened. You can’t start with a hypothesis that is not true and then draw any supportable conclusions from it.”“They ought to put Walter Pidgeon in more pictures,” said Polly, “I hardly ever see him any more.”One more chance, I decided. But just one more. There is a limit to what flesh and blood can bear. “The next fallacy is called Poisoning the Well.”“How cute!” she gurgled.“Two men are having a debate. The first one gets up and says, ‘My opponent is a notorious liar. You can’t believe a word that he is going to say.’ ... Now, Polly, think. Think hard. What’s wrong?”I watched her closely as she knit her creamy brow in concentration. Suddenly a glimmer of intelligence—the first I had seen—came into her eyes. “It’s not fair,” she said with indignation. “It’s not a bit fair. What chance has the second man got if the first man calls him a liar before he e ven begins talking?”“Right!” I cried exultantly. “One hundred per cent right. It’s not fair. The first man has poisoned the well before anybody could drink from it. He has hamstrung his opponent before he could even start ... Polly, I’m proud of you.”“Pshaws,” she murmured, blushing with pleasure.“You see, my dear, these things aren’t so hard. All you have to do is concentrate. Think—examine—evaluate. Come now, let’s review everything we have learned.”“Fire away,” she said with an airy wave of her hand.Heartened by the knowledge that Polly was not altogether a cretin, I began a long, patient review of all I had told her. Over and over and over again I cited instances, pointed out flaws, kept hammering away without letup. It was like digging a tunnel. At first, everything was work, sweat, and darkness. I had no idea when I would reach the light, or even if I would. But I persisted. I pounded and clawed and scraped, and finally I was rewarded. I saw a chink of light. And then the chink got bigger and the sun came pouring in and all was bright.Five grueling nights with this took, but it was worth it. I had made a logician out of Polly; I had taught her to think. My job was done. She was worthy of me, at last. She was a fit wife for me, a proper hostess for my many mansions, a suitable mother for my well-heeled children.It must not be thought that I was without love for this girl. Quite the contrary. Just as Pygmalion loved the perfect woman he had fashioned, so I loved mine. I decided to acquaint her with my feelings at our very next meeting. The time had come to change our relationship from academic to romantic.“Polly,” I said when next we sat beneath our oak, “tonight we will not discuss fallacies.”“Aw, gee,” she said, disappointed.“My dear,” I said, favoring her with a smile, “we have now spent five evenings together. We have gotten along splendidly. It is clear that we are well matched.”“Hasty Generalization,” said Polly brightly.“I beg your pardon,” said I.“Hasty Generalization,” she repeated. “How can you say that we are well matched on the basis of only five dates?”I chuckled with amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons well. “My dear,” I said, patting her hand in a tolerant manner, “five dates is plenty. After all, you don’t have to eat a whole cake to know that it’s good.”“False Analogy,” said Polly promptly. “I’m not a cake. I’m a girl.”I chuckled with somewhat less amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons perhaps too well. I decided to change tactics. Obviously the best approach was a simple, strong, direct declaration of love. I paused for a moment while my massive brain chose the proper word. Then I began:“Polly, I love you. You are the whole world to me, the moon and the stars and the constellations of outer space. Please, my darling, say that you will go steady with me, for if you will not, life will be meaningless. I will languish. I will refuse my meals. I will wander the face of the earth, a shambling, hollow-eyed hulk.”There, I thought, folding my arms, that ought to do it.“Ad Misericordiam,” said Polly.I ground my teeth. I was not Pygmalion; I was Frankenstein, and my monster had me by the throat. Frantically I fought back the tide of panic surging through me; at all costs I had to keep cool.“Well, Polly,” I said, forcing a smile, “you certainly have learned your fallacies.”“You’re darn right,” she said with a vigorous nod.“And who taught them to you, Polly?”“You did.”“That’s right. So you do owe me something, don’t you, my dear? If I hadn’t come along you ne ver would have learned about fallacies.”“Hypothesis Contrary to Fact,” she said instantly.I dashed perspiration from my brow. “Polly,” I croaked, “you mustn’t take all these things so literally. I mean this is just classroom stuff. You know that the thin gs you learn in school don’t have anything to do with life.”“Dicto Simpliciter,” she said, wagging her finger at me playfully.That did it. I leaped to my feet, bellowing like a bull. “Will you or will you not go steady with me?”“I will not,” she replied.“Why not?” I demanded.“Because this afternoon I promised Petey Bellows that I would go steady with him.”I reeled back, overcome with the infamy of it. After he promised, after he made a deal, after he shook my hand! “The rat!” I shrieked, kicking up gr eat chunks of turf. “You can’t go with him, Polly. He’s a liar. He’s a cheat. He’s a rat.”“Poisoning the Well ,” said Polly, “and stop shouting. I think shouting must be a fallacy too.”With an immense effort of will, I modulated my voice. “All right,” I said. “You’re a logician. Let’s look at this thing logically. How could you choosePetey Bellows over me? Look at me—a brilliant student, a tremendous intellectual, a man with an assured future. Look at Petey—a knothead, a jitterbug, a guy who’ll never kn ow where his next meal is coming from. Can you give me one logical reason why you should go steady with Petey Bellows?”“I certainly can,” declared Polly. “He’s got a raccoon coat.”查尔斯．兰姆是一个世所罕见的性情欢快、富有进取心的人，他那笔下的散文《古瓷器》和《梦中的孩子》无拘无束、自由奔放。
培根经典散文双语
培根经典散文双语弗朗西斯·培根是英国文艺复兴时期最重要的散文家、哲学家。
他不但在文学、哲学上多有建树，在自然科学领域里，也取得了重大成就。
他的第一部重要著作《随笔》最初发表于1597年，以后又逐年增补。
该书文笔言简意赅、智睿夺目，它包含许多洞察秋毫的经验之谈，其中不仅论及政治而且还探讨许多人生哲理。
下面店铺为大家带来培根经典散文双语，希望大家喜欢!培根经典散文双语：论敏捷Affected dispatch is one of the most dangerous things to business that can be. It is like that, which the physicians call predigestion, or hasty digestion; which is sure to fill the body full of crudities, and secret seeds of diseases. Therefore, measure not dispatch by the times of sitting, but by the advancement of the business.过于求速是作事上最大的危险之一。
它有如医家所谓的“前消化”或过速消化一样，一定会使人体中满含酸液与各种难察的病根的。
因此，不可以作事底时间之多寡为敏捷底标准而当以事业进展之程度为标准。
And as in races, it is not the large stride, or high lift, that makes the speed: so in business, the keeping close to the matter, and not taking of it too much at once, procureth dispatch. It is the care of some, only to come off speedily for the time; or to contrive some false periods of business, because they may seem men of dispatch.譬如在赛跑中，速度并不靠步武之大与举足之高;同此，在事业上，达到敏捷的方法在乎专心治事而不在一次包揽许多事务也。
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双语美文欣赏：《真爱教会我们的17堂课》下面是店铺推荐的双语美文：《真爱教会我们的17堂课》，欢迎大家阅读!Love. It makes the world go ‘round, right? Well, at least that’s the how the saying goes. But is it true? It should be, but so many people confuse love with things like jealousy or possessiveness. True love isn’t either of those things. But these 17 things are. So here are the lessons that real love teaches us:有句话叫做“爱让世界转动”，果真如此么?应该是吧。
可是，很多人却把嫉妒或占有误以为是爱。
真爱既不是嫉妒也不是占有。
但下面这17个蕴意却能阐释爱。
请看真爱能教会我们什么吧：1. Love doesn’t play the victim role or blame others爱没有“玻璃心”，也不会苛责对方Love works together. It takes responsibility. It forgives and allows other people’s actions to be their journey. Love doesn’t take things personally.爱是同心协力，是同舟共济，是宽容对方并放手让对方启程。
爱不会狭隘地斤斤计较。
2. Love is focusing on quality, not quantity爱注重质量而非数量Love focuses on the quality of your relationship, not its longevity. I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?” Just beca use your relationship lasts a long time doesn’t mean that you have true love. Real love can be very brief. Therefore, quality and quantity of love are not the same things.爱重在彼此关系的质量，而非相处了多长时间。
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It's easy to think back on past relationships and remember only the negatives. You catalog your mistakes and dwell on the time you wasted with someone who left you with emotional baggage, a broken heart and little else.想起过往的恋情，人们通常只记得不好的地方。
你把自己的错误区分开来，不断回忆过去你浪费在这个人身上的时间，这个人让你感情受挫、心碎不已，除此之外几乎没留下任何东西。
But what if instead you looked at a split as an educational experience (albeit a really painful one) that taught you valuable lessons about what you want and absolutely don't want in your next relationship? Earlier this week, Redditors did just that, sharing the most important lesson they've learned by way of heartbreak.但是如果你把一段破裂的关系看作一个学习的机会（虽然是非常痛苦的一段），会教会你一些有价值的教训，让你在下一段恋情中清楚地知道你想要什么、不想要什么。
这周前几天，Reddit的忠实读者们在网上将他们失败恋情得来的惨痛教训分享出来。
1. "You need to preserve your own identity and your space. Embrace your individuality, pursue your interests while sharing some of it as a couple."“你要不能失去自我，要保留一份自己的空间。
热爱自己的个性之处，在和对方分享自己一部分兴趣的同时，追求自己的那一部分。
”2. "I learned that in order for someone to hear you, you have to talk, and in orderfor something to change, you have listen."“如果想让对方听到你的心声，你要主动开口；为了寻求改变，你要学会倾听。
”3. "You need things in common, but not common interests -- those will change. You need common values. Take stock of what's important to you, what's right and wrong in your world. Find someone who agrees with that and everything else will come together, more or less."“你们需要有共同之处，但这不是指普通的兴趣爱好，因为这些会发生改变。
你们需要相似的价值观。
考虑一下对你重要的是什么，你的世界里什么是对的，什么是错的。
找一个能和你达成以上共识的人，其他的共同点也会多多少少随之而来。
”4. "Never assume malice when stupidity will suffice. In other words, never assume your significant other is up to something if they could possibly just be ignorant of the fact that it looks like they are up to something."“当你做了蠢事的时候，不要怨恨。
换句话说，不要以为对方有所图，可能他们只是没有注意到自己的行为看上去像有所企图一样。
”5. "You can't love enough for both people."“你不能同时爱两个人。
”6. "Even if it doesn't work out, marriage and a divorce can make you a stronger and kinder person."“即使恋爱维持不下去了，那么结婚或是离婚都可以让你成为一个更强壮和更好的人。
”7. "You're not obliged to set yourself on fire in order to keep somebody else warm."“你没有义务点燃自己去温暖对方。
”8. "Don't let the fear of being alone lead you to deny what you really want. Hold on tightly to personal integrity."“不要因为害怕孤独而将就、错过了自己真正想要的人。
人品不可丢。
”9. "To recognize and show appreciation for the love given by that other person in your life on a daily basis. They need to actually hear it. I should have said it more often."“每天都要意识到爱的存在，并为对方付出的爱心存感激。
而你的心声需要让对方听到。
要是曾经的我明白这一点，多表达对爱的谢意就好了。
”10. "You have to ask yourself: 'If you were someone of the opposite sex, would you date yourself?' That kind of made me take a look at my own bad habits and behaviors in a different light. Now when I have a fight or a disagreement in my current relationship, I try to make sure I respond in a manner I would want my partner to respond in."“你要问问自己：如果你是异性，你会和自己约会吗？这会让我以不同的角度来审视自己的坏习惯和缺点。
现在当我在恋爱中和吵架或有歧义的时候，我会换位思考。
”11. "Humor and IQ will last longer than good looks."“幽默感和智慧比美丽的外表更重要。
”12. "There is nothing wrong with being 'picky.' Some things are tolerable and of no consequence and some things aren't. The trick is finding where the line between tolerable and intolerable lies for you."“挑剔是没有错的。
有些无关痛痒的小事是可以容忍的，但有些事不是这样的。
你要知道能容忍和不能容忍之间的界限有你来定。
”13. "Communication in an argument isn't about convincing your partner that you're right. It's about understanding."“在争论的过程中，并不是要说服对方自己是对的，而是要做到相互理解。
”14. "You are in control of your own happiness. You need to be happy with yourself if you are to be in a healthy and happy relationship."“你的幸福你自己负责。
如果你要维持一段健康快乐的恋爱关系的话，独处的时候也要开心。
”15. "Be a thinker in your relationship. Common sense should rule, not your heart." “在恋爱中要做一个会思考的人。
要用常理去判断，不要意气用事。
”16. "Don't disregard the red flags. I was insecure, naïve and thought I was being judgmental. Nope. He was a jerk and we had nothing in common."“不要忽视危险信号。
我曾经很幼稚，缺乏安全感，认为自己太过于喜欢品头论足了。
但事实证明不是那样的。
他是个混蛋，我们根本是两个世界的人。
”17. "That you should only be with someone that genuinely, freely, and entirely wants to be with you. Begging to be noticed is not healthy."“你只应该和某个全心全意想陪着你的人在一起。
乞求对方的注意，这种心态是不健康的。
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