荆棘鸟经典句子

1.自信是一种发自肺腑的必胜的霸气，而不是心虚时用来壮胆的空洞话语。 2.我是一匹桀骜不驯的狼，傲然挺立世。受伤时，会一个人躲在墙脚舔伤口；得到一点安慰，便会泪流满面。 3.我经常对自己说，如果你的生存环境是一片荆棘林，那你一定要成为其中最坚强、最勇敢的一只荆棘鸟，绕飞其间。 4.常在周末，用那只破旧的黑色*的旅包，载上我心爱的CD，听着小刚的歌，双手插进裤兜，戴上茶色*太阳镜，孤单、高傲的穿过热闹喧嚣的街市，到郊外小山上的那棵大树下，看山、观水。或许，只有这里才是完全属于我的。 5.习惯在夜深时，捧一杯白开水，听小刚的歌，望窗外繁星点点的苍穹，趴在桌上一边写字一边流泪。但不哭，只是默默的流泪。然后有两颗冰冷浑浊的液体掉进热气腾腾的杯中，看着它们一点点慢慢的扩散，最终整杯水都变得浑浊，尝一口，涩涩的。 6.无暇顾及沿途的风景只因选择了远方只顾风雨兼程。 7.基本上我们应该把时间花在两种事上：挣钱的事和可以让以后挣更多钱的事。 8.一直不敢说自己的生活有多苦，因为我相信比我苦的人大有人在，无非是起得早点、吃饭晚点、耍得少点；一直不敢说自己受了多少委屈，因为我知道绝大多数人是理解我的,误会只会是暂时的，忍一忍就过去了。 9.以前很玩儿命，却常常被命玩儿

《荆棘鸟》小说中的好句好段摘抄 7000字

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。\

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。

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。

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。

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。

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。

一切都是我自己造成的，我谁都不怨恨，我不能对此有片刻的追悔。\

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。

传说有一只鸟一生只歌唱一次。
它的歌声委婉动听，万物之中无可比拟。
自离巢的那一刻，它就在寻找着，不眠不休，只为寻找那棵属于它的荆棘树。
荆棘树上，它在旁逸横出的荆棘中放声歌唱，至长至锐的尖刺穿透了他的身躯。
生命将尽，它超脱了痛苦，尽情欢唱，那甜美的歌声连云雀夜莺都难以企及。
歌声至美，却是以身殉曲。
然而万物都在聆听这美妙的歌声，就连上帝也在苍穹之中露出了微笑
因为唯有历经磨难苦楚，方能得到最美好的事物。

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。

它一生只唱一次歌。从离开巢穴开始，便不停执着地寻找荆棘树。当它 终于如愿以偿，就把自己娇小的身体扎进一株最长、最尖的荆棘上，和着血和泪放声歌唱那凄美动人、婉转如霞的歌声使人间所有的声音煞那间黯然失色！

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……只是唱着、唱着，直到生命耗尽……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。

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The Thorn Bird 荆棘鸟结尾的那段话的英文原版,速求啊

She smiled at him. "You never did stop loving me, did you?" "No, Herzchen, never." "I must have hurt you very much." "Not in the way you think. I knew you loved me, and I could wait. I"ve always believed a patient man must win in the end."
"So you decided to let me work it out for myself. You weren"t a bit worried when I announced I was going home to Drogheda, were you?" "Oh, yes. Had it been another man I would not have been perturbed, but Drogheda? A formidable opponent. Yes, I worried." "You knew I was going before I told you, didn"t you?" "Clyde let the cat out of the bag. He rang Bonn to ask me if there was any way I could stop you, so I told him to play along with you for a week or two at any rate, and I"d see what I could do. Not for his sake, Herzchen. For my own. I"m no altruist." "That"s what Mum said. But this house! Did you have it a month ago?" "No, nor is it mine. However, since we will need a London house if you"re to continue with your career, I"d better see what I can do to acquire it. That is, provided you like it. I"ll even let you have the redecorating of it, if you promise faithfully not to deck it out in pink and orange." "I"ve never realized quite how devious you are. Why didn"t you just say you still loved me? I wanted you to!" "No. The evidence was there for you to see it for yourself, and you had to see if for yourself." "I"m afraid I"m chronically blind. I didn"t really see for myself, I had to have some help. My mother finally forced me to open my eyes. I had a letter from her tonight, telling me not to come home." "She"s a marvelous person, your mother." "I know you"ve met her, Rain-when?" "I went to see her about a year ago. Drogheda is magnificent, but it isn"t you, Herzchen. At the time I went to try to make your mother see that. You"ve no idea how glad I am she has, though I don"t think anything I said was very enlightening." She put her fingers up to touch his mouth. "I doubted myself, Rain. I always have. Maybe I always will."
"Oh, Herzchen, I hope not! For me there can never be anyone else. Only you. The whole world has known it for years. But words of love mean nothing. I could have screamed them at you a thousand times a day without affecting your doubts in the slightest. So I haven"t spoken my love, Justine, I"ve lived it. How could you doubt the feelings of your most faithful gallant?" He sighed. "Well, at least it hasn"t come from me. Perhaps you"ll continue to find your mother"s word good enough." "Please don"t say it like that! Poor Rain, I think I"ve worn even your patience to a thread. Don"t be hurt that it came from Mum. It doesn"t matter! I"ve knelt in abasement at your feet!" "Thank God the abasement will only last for tonight," he said more cheerfully. "You"ll bounce back tomorrow." The tension began to leave her; the worst of it was over. "What I like-no, love-about you the most is that you give me such a good run for my money I never do quite catch up." His shoulders shook. "Then look at the future this way, Herzchen. Living in the same house with me might afford you the opportunity to see how it can be done." He kissed her brows, her cheeks, her eyelids. "I would have you no other way than the way you are, Justine, Not a freckle of your face or a cell of your brain." She slid her arms around his neck, sank her fingers into that satisfying hair. "Oh, if you knew how I"ve longed to do this!" she said. "I"ve never been able to forget."
The cable said: HAVE JUST BECOME MRS RAWER MOERLING HARTHEIM STOP PRIVATE CEREMONY THE VATICAN STOP PAPAL BLESSINGS ALL OVER THE PLACE STOP THAT IS DEFINITELY BEING MARRIED EXCLAMATION WE WILL BE DOWN ON A DELAYED HONEYMOON AS SOON AS POSSIBLE BUT EUROPE IS GOING TO BE
HOME STOP LOVE TO ALL AND FROM RAIN TOO STOP JUSTINE Meggie put the form down on the table and stared wide-eyed through the window at the wealth of autumn roses in the garden. Perfume of roses, bees of roses. And the hibiscus, the bottlebrush, the ghost gums, the bougainvillea up above the world so high, the pepper trees. How beautiful the garden was, how alive. To see its small things grow big, change, and wither; and new little things come again in the same endless, unceasing cycle. Time for Drogheda to stop. Yes, more than time. Let the cycle renew itself with unknown people. I did it all to myself, I have no one else to blame. And I cannot regret one single moment of it. The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.