pink

原帖由 紫靖 于 2006-5-18 20:59 发表




of course to be .that means to live!

活着就活着呗  哪来那么多废话  整得很有思想似的

紫靖

原帖由 pink 于 2006-5-18 03:54 发表

to be or not to be

of course to be .that means to live!

pink

原帖由 hrbeu 于 2006-4-6 22:12 发表
To live or not to live, that is the question

名言啊

to be or not to be

紫靖

原帖由 supersea 于 2006-5-16 12:01 发表
刚才在别的版看到楼主的帖子，觉得那时候是有点问题吧？不过现在应该想明白了，那就好，认真对待生活吧

什么问题？可能吧，不记得了。只记得快乐的时光，不开心的早就忘了。谢谢支持和关心啊

supersea

刚才在别的版看到楼主的帖子，觉得那时候是有点问题吧？不过现在应该想明白了，那就好，认真对待生活吧

紫靖

原帖由 master 于 2006-5-14 21:29 发表
还有个比上面更古的版本

To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune;
Or to take Armes against a Sea of tr ...

不赖啊，这都能找到。我的只不过是那段的现代说法。呵呵，这点我早就说过了。

master

还有个比上面更古的版本

To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune;
Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe
No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end
The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe,
To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,
For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,
When we have shuffel'd off this mortall coile,
Must give us pawse. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd Love, the Lawes delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himselfe might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these fardles beare
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Countrey, from whose Borne
No Traveller returnes, Puzels the will,
And makes us rather beare those illes we have,
Then flye to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hew of resolution
Is sicklied o're, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard their Currants turne away,
And loose the name of Action.

master

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

                     -----------Shakespeare
                                             Hamlet

master

If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!

紫靖

倒。只是我觉得，很多人觉得活着很累，很没有意思，可是还有这么多人活着，这些人里有勇气结束自己的人太罕见了