Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.

有些人活着只是因为杀他们是违法的。

Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.

有些人是如此害怕死亡，以至于他们从来没有开始生活。

Some people try to change the world one life at a time. Others try to change the world one death at a time. And I try to change the world one bucket full of dirt at a time.

有些人试图一次改变一个世界。另一些人试图一次一个人的死亡来改变世界。我试着改变这个世界，每次一桶土。

Some things are hurrying into existence, and others are hurrying out of it; and of that which is coming into existence part is already extinguished.

有些东西匆匆忙忙地存在着，有些东西又匆匆忙忙地消逝了;而那正在形成的部分已经熄灭了。

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.

在我们生命开始的时候，应该有人告诉我们，我们正在死去。然后我们可能活到极限，每一天的每一分钟。做到!我说。不管你想做什么，现在就做!只有那么多明天。

Sometimes I only succeed in beating myself to death.

有时我只能成功地把自己打死。

Sometimes a shadow rises, and death lies nameless in the dark.

有时候，一个阴影升起，死亡无名地躺在黑暗中。

Sometimes the dying live more fiercely and wisely than the rest of us.

有时候，垂死的人比我们其他人活得更激烈、更明智。

Sometimes the only answer to death is lunch.

有时候，死亡的唯一答案就是午餐。

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

有时候你不应该分担痛苦。有时候最好是独自处理。

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.

有时候，如果我不小心，盯着一朵花太久，它就会枯萎死亡。

Son. Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side.

的儿子。每个人都是孤独而死。就是这样。这是一扇门。只有一个人宽。当你经历它时，你是独自一人。但这并不意味着你必须一个人走进门。相信我，你并不孤单。

Souls live on without their bodies. But bodies without souls are nothing but compost.

灵魂离开肉体而存在。但是没有灵魂的身体只是堆肥。

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

别让我在那拥挤不堪的窃窃私语的房间里，别让那些来来去去的朋友们，别让那一本正经的阴郁气氛——所有这些都使死亡成为一种丑恶的表现。

Spirits didn’t notice death. By the rule of impermanence, what was meant to break simply broke, and there was only the next breaking and the next.

灵魂没有注意到死亡。按照无常的规律，注定要打破的东西只是打破了，只有下一次又一次的打破。