雙城記經典語錄名句

雙城記深刻地揭露了法國大革命前深深激化了的社會矛盾。以下是由小編整理關於雙城記經典語錄，希望大家喜歡!

was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

那是最美好的時代，那是最糟糕的時代;那是智慧的年頭，那是愚昧的年頭;那是信仰的時期，那是懷疑的時期;那是光明的季節，那是黑暗的季節;那是希望的春天，那是失望的冬天;我們全都在直奔天堂，我們全都在直奔相反的方向--簡而言之，那時跟現在非常相象，某些最喧囂的權威堅持要用形容詞的最高階來形容它。說它好，是最高階的;說它不好，也是最高階的。

is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

我現在已做的遠比我所做過的一切都美好;我將獲得的休息遠比我所知道的一切都甜蜜。

r frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

縱然傷心，也不要愁眉不展，因為你不知是誰會愛上你的笑容。

the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

對於世界而言，你是一個人;但是對於某個人，你是他的整個世界。

‘t waste your time on a man/woman, who isn‘t willing to waste their time on you.

不要為那些不願在你身上花費時間的'人而浪費你的時間。

because someone doesn‘t love you the way you want them to, doesn‘t mean they don‘t love you with all they have.

愛你的人如果沒有按你所希望的方式來愛你，那並不代表他們沒有全心全意地愛你。

‘t try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

不要著急，最好的總會在最不經意的時候出現。

e God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

在遇到夢中人之前，上天也許會安排我們先遇到別的人;在我們終於遇見心儀的人時，便應當心存感激。

‘t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

不要因為結束而哭泣，微笑吧，為你的曾經擁有。

you love someone， let it be and set him/her free，if he/she comes back to you，it"s meant to be.

如果你愛一個人，隨遇而安，讓他/她自由的飛，如果最後他/她還是回到你身邊，那就是命中註定的。

IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was theage of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch ofbelief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light,it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was thewinter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothingbefore us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all goingdirect the other way- in short, the period was so far like the presentperiod, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its beingreceived, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree ofcomparison only.

There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, onthe throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and aqueen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countriesit was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves ofloaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred andseventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at thatfavoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attainedher five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic privatein the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcingthat arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London andWestminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozenof years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of thisvery year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rappedout theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had latelycome to the English Crown and People, from a congress of Britishsubjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved moreimportant to the human race than any communications yet receivedthrough any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protectionto justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, andhighway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night;families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town withoutremoving their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security; thehighwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, beingrecognised and challenged by his fellow-tradesman whom he stopped inhis character of "the Captain," gallantly shot him through the headand rode away; the mail was waylaid by seven robbers, and the guardshot three dead, and then got shot dead himself by the other four, "inconsequence of the failure of his ammunition:" after which the mailwas robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor ofLondon, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by onehighwayman, who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all hisretinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with theirturkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them,loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off diamondcrosses from the necks of noble lords at Court drawing-rooms;musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for contraband goods,and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fir on themob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of thecommon way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and everworse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing uplong rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker onSaturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in thehand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door ofWestminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer,and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boyof sixpence.

All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in andclose upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred andseventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmerworked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two ofthe plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried theirdivine rights with a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand sevenhundred and seventy-five conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads ofsmall creatures- the creatures of this chronicle among the rest- alongthe roads that lay before them.