One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

亲爱的世界，有一件憾事是我在弥留之际决心不去做的，那就是我吻你吻得不够。

One wants to tell a story, like Scheherazade, in order not to die. It's one of the oldest urges in mankind. It's a way of stalling death.

人们想要讲述一个故事，就像山鲁佐德一样，为了不死。这是人类最古老的欲望之一。这是一种拖延死亡的方式。

Only God would adore his own death.

只有上帝才会崇拜他自己的死亡。

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

只有对死亡变得与其成员一样漠不关心的人，即对死亡本身漠不关心的人，才能在行政上对无数人施加死亡。

Only death can cure the hip dilettante.

只有死亡才能治愈臀部外行。

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

只有快乐的人才会因为暴饮暴食而做噩梦。对于那些生活在噩梦般的现实中的人来说，睡眠是一个黑洞，迷失在时间里，就像死亡一样。

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

我们的死人对我们来说从来不是死的，除非我们把他们忘掉。

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.

我们的本质是改变。我们的运动。失去平衡就是生活。完美的平衡。停滞。这是死亡。生活渴望完美。死亡是完美。

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

我们的生活梦想着乌托邦。我们的死亡达到了理想。

Our life is made by the death of others.

我们的生命是由他人的死亡所创造的。

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

我们的生活带着我们以我们无法控制的方式前进，几乎没有任何东西能与我们同在。当我们这样做的时候，它就会死去，而死亡是每天都会发生在我们身上的事情。

Our sole concern with the long dead is aesthetic.

我们对死者唯一的关心是审美。

Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.

疼痛是好的。如果我受伤了，那就意味着我没有死。

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

苍白的死亡在穷人的城门和国王的宫殿里都是一样的。

Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.

和平不是偶然的。这是一团必须不断喂养的活火。一定要小心谨慎，否则它就会灭绝。