No1《双城记》 查尔斯・狄更斯

我今日所做的事远比我往日 的所作所为更好，更好;我今日将享受的安息远比我所知的一切更好，更好。

“It is a far, far better thing that I do,than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.”

No2《百年孤独》 加西亚・马尔克斯

这手稿上所写的事情过去不曾，将来也永远不会重复，因为命中注定要一百年处于孤独的世家决不会有出现在世上的第二次机会。

Everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned¹ toone hundred years of solitude² did not have a second opportunity on earth.

No3《茶花女》 小仲马

我不是邪恶的鼓吹者，但不论我在什么地方，只要听到高尚的人不幸哀鸣，我都会为他应声呼吁。 我再说一遍，玛格丽特的故事非常特殊，要是司空见惯，就没有必要写它了。

I am not the apostle of vice³, but I wouldgladly be the echo of noble sorrow wherever I bear its voice in prayer.The story of Marguerite isan exception, I repeat; had it not been an exception, it would not have been worth the trouble of writing it.

No4《荆 棘鸟》 考琳・麦卡洛

鸟儿胸前带着棘刺，它遵循着一个不可改变的法则，她被不知其名的东西刺穿身体，被驱赶着，歌唱着死去。在那荆棘刺进的一瞬，她没有意识到死之将临。她只是唱着、唱着，直到生命耗尽，再也唱不出一个音符。但是，当我们把棘刺扎进胸膛时，我们是知 道的。我们是明明白白的。然而，我们却依然要这样做。我们依然把棘刺扎进胸膛。

The bird with the thorn in itsbreast, it follows an immutable⁴ law; it is driven by it knows not what toimpale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there isno awareness⁵ in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until thereis not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns inour breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.

No5《呼 啸山庄》 艾米莉・勃朗特

我在那温和的天空下面，在这三块墓碑前留连!瞅着飞蛾在石南丛和兰铃花中飞舞，听着柔风在草间吹动，我纳闷有谁会想象得出在那平静的土地下面的长眠者竟会有并不平静的睡眠。

I lingered round them, under that benign⁶ sky: watched the moths⁷ fluttering among the heath and harebells,listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyonecould ever imagine unquiet slumbers⁸ for the sleepers⁹ in that quiet earth.

No6《浮士德》 歌德

万象皆俄顷，无非是映影;事凡不充分，至此开始发生;事凡无可名，至此始果行;永恒之女性，引导我 们飞升。

Everything transitory, is only approximation; what could not be achieved, here comes to pass; what no-onecould describe, is here accomplished¹⁰; the Eternal Feminine, draws us afloat.

No7《追 风筝的人》 卡勒德・胡赛尼

我追。一个成年人在一群尖叫的孩子中奔跑。但我不在乎。我追，风拂过我的脸庞，我唇上挂着一个像潘杰希尔峡谷那样大大的微笑。

我追。

I ran. A grown man running with a swarm¹¹ ofscreaming children. But I didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face,and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips.

I ran.

No8《复 活》 列夫・托尔斯泰

从这天晚上起，聂赫留朵夫开始了一种全新的生活，不仅因为他进入了一个新的生活境界，还因为从这时起他所遭遇的一切，对他来说都具有一种跟以前截然不同的意义.。至于他生活中的这个新阶段将怎样结束，将来自会明白。

From this night, Nekhludoff began a new life,not only because he has entered a new realm of life, but also for everything heencountered from then on. All the things had a different meaning to him thanbefore. And for the end of the new phasein his life, the future will see.