作者：Antoine de Saint-Exupéry｜譯者：Yi-Chien, Chen

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars

if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

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這樣說吧，如果我想更了解蝴蝶，

那我也必須容忍一些毛毛蟲的存在。

作者：Nikki Giovanni｜譯者：Yi-Chien, Chen

I love you
because the earth turns round the sun
because the North wind blows north
sometimes
because the Pope is Catholic
and most Rabbis Jewish
because winters flow into springs
and the air clears after a storm

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我愛你
因為地球繞著太陽轉
因為北風向著北方吹
有時候
因為教皇是天主教徒
還有拉比多是猶太人
因為冬天過了是春天
並且在狂風暴雨過後空氣都清新起來

作者：Rabindranath Tagore｜譯者：Yi-Chien, Chen

In the morning I cast my net into the sea.

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I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.

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When with the day's burden I went home, my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.

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I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up, and stood silent.

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She glanced at them and said, "What strange things are these? I know not of what use they are!"

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I bowed my head in shame and thought, "I have not fought for these, I did not buy them in the market; they are not fit gifts for her."

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Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.

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In the morning travellers came; they picked them up and carried them into far countries.

作者：Rabindranath Tagore｜譯者：Yi-Chien, Chen

早晨我把漁網灑進海裡。

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從幽暗的地極將各樣奇珍異寶撈起—

有些如燦爛的笑，好些似淚眼汪汪，又有的面泛桃花像個新娘。

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當我帶著這日的重擔回到家，我所愛的正坐在園中漫不經心地折下花瓣。

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我躊躇了片刻，便將我捕撈的所有放在她腳旁，靜靜地站著。

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她瞥了它們一眼後說：「這些是什麼怪東西？我不知道它們能幹嘛！」

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我羞愧地低下了頭想：

「這些不是我拚搏來的，這些不是我去買來的；它們配不上為她的禮物。」

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於是整晚我將它們一個一個丟到街上。

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早晨行路的旅人前來，將它們拾起帶往遙遠的城邦。

作者：Irvin D. Yalom｜譯者：Yi-Chien, Chen

Love is a way of being, a 'giving to', not a 'falling for'; 

a mode of relating at large, not an act limited to a single person.

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愛是一種存在的姿態，是傾身給予，不是往下墜落，

一種與人連結，而非占為己有。

作者：William Wordsworth｜譯者：Yi-Chien, Chen

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, 

nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

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一個好人一生最精采的部分：
那些微小、不起眼、被他遺忘了

充滿善意與愛心的時刻。