《荆棘鸟》中英经典语录

中文：

1、回忆就是这样的，即使是那些充满深情厚爱的回忆也概莫能外，好像脑子里有一种无意识的愈合过程，尽管我们曾痛下决心永勿忘，但它依然能使创伤愈合。

2、有一个传说，说的是有那么一只鸟儿，它一生只唱一次，那歌声比世上所有一切生灵的歌声都更加优美动听。从离开巢窝的那一刻起，它就在寻找着荆棘树，直到如愿以偿，才歇息下来。然后，它把自己的身体扎进最长，最尖的荆棘上，便在那荒蛮的枝条之间放开了歌喉。在奄奄一息的时刻，它超脱了自身的痛苦，而那歌声竟然使云雀和夜莺都黯然失色。这是一曲无比美好的歌，曲终而命竭。然而，整个世界都在静静地谛听着，上帝也在苍穹中微笑。因为最美好的东西只能用最深痛的巨创来换取……这就是荆棘鸟的传说。

3、我们各自心中都有某些不愿意摒弃的东西，即使这个东西使我们痛苦得要死。我们就是这样，就像古老的凯尔特传说中的荆棘鸟，泣血而啼，呕出了血淋淋的心而死。咱们自己制造了自己的荆棘，而且从来不计算其代价，我们所做的一切就是忍受痛苦的煎熬，并且告诉自己这非常值得。

4、满足是快乐，不满是期待。恰当的满足感才能提供幸福的可能性。

5、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间，她没有意识到死之将临。她只是唱着、唱着，直到生命耗尽，再也厂不出一个音符。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。

6、有些事明知道行不通，可是咱们还是要做。但是，有自知之明并不能影响或改变事情的结局，对吗？咱们制造了自己的荆棘丛，而且从不停下来计算其代价。我们所做的一切就是忍受痛苦的煎熬，并且告诉自己，这是非常值得的。

7、维图里奥的眼睛像镜子，它们将看到的东西反射回来，丝毫也看不到他们背后的东西。梅吉的眼睛恰好相反，它们可以直通深处，一直通到她的灵魂。

8、原来燕子是在垒窝。它们飞到水坑边，嘴里叼着一些泥，又飞回屋檐下。只见燕子站在刚刚打底的窝前，小心翼翼地把泥放在垒过的缺口上，仔细一看，吱吱德叫几声，又飞走了。就这样，两只燕子穿梭似的一会儿飞来，一会儿飞去。看着看着，我的眼睛疲倦了，但是燕子毫无倦意，仍然干个不停。

9、巨鹰归巢了，它从天而降，站立大巢的崖边上，傲慢地仰望蓝天，俯视大地，然后，那铁一般的大爪张开，引颈振翅，发出一声震动山谷的呼哨。群山响应，树林的叶片雨点一样纷纷飘落，聚在山谷中未散的雾，被压迫着退到森林的深处。

10、黑色的羽毛中含有乳白色的羽毛，嘴角和爪子呈通红色，尾巴像剪刀一样，如出鞘的利剑一样，把空气切开一个缝隙在天空飞扬。

英文：

1. Memories are like this, even those full of affection and love. It seems that there is an unconscious healing process in the brain. Although we have determined to never forget, it can still heal wounds.

2. There is a legend that there is a bird that sings only once in its life, and that song is more beautiful and beautiful than the singing of all creatures in the world. From the moment it left the nest, it was looking for the thorn tree, and it did not rest until it got its wish. Then, it plunged its body into the longest and sharpest thorn, and let go of its singing among the wild branches. In the dying moments, it transcended its own pain, and the song eclipsed both the lark and the nightingale. This is a very beautiful song, the song is dead. Yet the whole world is listening silently, and God is smiling in the sky. Because the most beautiful things can only be exchanged for the most painful giant... This is the legend of the thorn bird.

3. There is something in each of us that we don't want to let go, even if it makes us miserable to death. That's what we are, like the thorn bird of old Celtic legend, weeping blood and crying, vomiting bloody hearts and dying. We make our own thorns and never count the cost, all we do is endure the pain and tell ourselves it's worth it.

4. Satisfaction is happiness, dissatisfaction is expectation. The right amount of satisfaction provides the possibility of happiness.

5. A bird has thorns on its chest, and it follows an immutable law. She was pierced by something unknown, driven, and died singing. At the moment when the thorns pierced, she did not realize that death was coming. She just sang and sang until her life ran out and she couldn't make a single note. But we know it when we stick the thorn in our chest. We are clear. However, we still have to do it. We still have thorns in our chests.

6. We know that some things will not work, but we still have to do them. But having self-knowledge doesn't affect or change the outcome of things, right? We make our own bushes of thorns and never stop to calculate the cost. All we do is endure the pain and tell ourselves that it is worth it.

7. Vittorio's eyes are like mirrors, they reflect back what they see, and they can't see what's behind them at all. Meggie's eyes are just the opposite, and they go deep, all the way to her soul.

8. It turns out that the swallows are in the nest. They flew to the edge of the puddle with some mud in their mouths and flew back under the eaves. I saw the swallow standing in front of the nest that had just been made, carefully placing the mud on the gap that had been built, and after a closer look, Zhizhide called out a few times and flew away again. In this way, the two swallows flew in and out like a shuttle. Looking at it, my eyes are tired, but the Swallow is not tired and keeps working.

9. The giant eagle has returned to its nest. It descended from the sky, stood on the edge of the cliff of the big nest, arrogantly looked up at the blue sky, and looked down at the earth. Then, the big iron claws opened, raised its neck and fluttered its wings, and issued a whistle that shook the valley. The mountains responded, and the leaves of the woods fell like raindrops, and the undispersed fog gathered in the valley was forced to retreat to the depths of the forest.

10. The black feathers contain milky white feathers, the corners of the mouth and the claws are bright red, and the tail is like scissors, like an unsheathed sword, cutting the air through a gap and flying in the sky.