202 1 famous philosophical sentences

1, a person has two me, one is awake in the dark and the other is sleeping in the light. Ji Bolun?

In the stormy waves of life, we often learn from the captain and throw away the heavy goods in the storm to reduce the weight of the ship. Balzac?

One minute's success costs many years' failure. Browning

It is always more difficult to reform yourself than to ban others. -Lu Xun?

Due to courage and tenacity, the inevitable disaster will be conquered. Europe?

6. Only by devoting oneself to society can one find the meaning of that short and risky life. Einstein?

7. Appearance beauty can only please people's eyes, but inner beauty can infect people's souls-Voltaire?

8. Believe in yourself before others will believe in you. Turgenev?

9. Life is not long. Never spend too much time thinking about how to spend it. Johnson?

10, people's thoughts are amazing. As long as they focus on a certain cause, they will certainly make achievements that surprise them. Mark Twain?

1 1. Our cause is just and our unity is strong. Joe Dickinson?

12. The higher a person pursues, the faster his talents develop, and the more beneficial it is to society. Gorky?

13, extreme pain is the last liberator of the spirit, and only this kind of pain forces us to fully understand. -Nietzsche?

14, the glory of life lies not in never failing, but in rising again and again. Napoleon?

15, disrespect for people, first of all, disrespect for yourself. Whitman?

16, to achieve great things, we must start from small things. -Lenin?

Fire tries gold, adversity tries the strong. Seneca?

18, neither more nor less, you can eat less in the future. -San Mao?

19, people's hearts can only accommodate a certain degree of despair. The sponge has absorbed enough water, and even if the sea water flows through it, it can't add another drop of water to it. Hugo?

20. The human mind is amazing. As long as they concentrate on a certain cause, they are bound to achieve amazing results. Mark Twain?

2 1. Reading gives people happiness, brilliance and talent. Bacon?

22. Reading makes a full person, thinking makes a deep person, and conversation makes a sober person. Franklin?

23. As long as you have strong willpower, you are naturally capable, intelligent and knowledgeable. -Dostoevsky?

The best shortcut to success is to let people know clearly that your success is in their interest. -Labroue Yale?

25. If you don't come back in the prime of life, it will be difficult to get up in the morning. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. -Tao Yuanming?

26, no accumulation, no miles. -Xunzi?

27. A man without ambition is like a ship without power, and he can only go with the flow. -Wei Qiong?

28, treat people with sincerity, people do not bully me; Nothing can be done by being honest about things. -Feng Yuxiang?

I can accept failure, but I can't accept giving up. Jordan?

30. In the first half of my life, I had the ability to enjoy but no opportunity to enjoy; In the second half of my life, I have the opportunity to enjoy but have no ability to enjoy. Mark Twain?

A famous paragraph describing "skills"

Chu tried to shoot Pandang's red heart after the camp, and even hit three arrows, which was praised by everyone. When it was time to raise funds, the generals said, "The archers are coming, 1", and Pan Dang became angry. "Why is my arrow not as good as raising an uncle?" Yang Yuji said, "It's amazing that you can hit the red heart; My arrow can pierce the Yang in a hundred paces! " The generals said, "How about a hundred paces?" Miracle said: "Once, someone recognized the color of a poplar leaf, and I shot it from a hundred paces away. It just passed through the center of the leaf, so people say that it takes a hundred paces to penetrate the poplar." The general said, "There are also poplars here. Can we try to shoot them? " Yao Ji said, "Why not?" The generals were overjoyed and said, "Today is my uncle's day to protect the arrow." Instead, I took a leaf of a poplar branch and painted it with ink so that the arrow wouldn't fall off. People will look at it, the arrow is caught by the poplar branch, and its arrow is piercing the heart of the leaf. Pandang said: "An arrow will even hit the middle ear. If I say, I will remember the third leaf, and you won't see the owner until you hit it. " Yao Ji said, "I'm afraid not, but I'll try." Pandang was different in height on the poplar, scribbling three leaves and writing the words "one", "two" and "three". I also recognize the foundation, take a hundred steps back. I will also record the number of "one", "two" and "three" in the three vectors, and then I won, not bad. The generals surrendered and said, "It's a god to raise an uncle!" Although Pandang is secretly amazed, it is inevitable to show his strengths. He said: "It happened that my uncle's camera was raised. Although I can kill people by force, my shot can penetrate several layers of armor, so I should try it for you. " All the generals said, "I want to see it." Pandang told his entourage to take off their armor and fold it to the fifth floor. People will say; "That's enough." Pandang changed to the second floor, and * * * was the seventh floor. People think, "seven layers of armor, almost a foot thick, how can you shoot it?" The Pandangpai spread seven layers of armor on the sculpture. Standing a hundred paces away, I rolled up a black carved bow, waved a spike arrow, held Mount Tai in my left hand and held a baby in my right hand. He looked straight at it and tried his best to deliver it. Bang, he cried, "I got it!" I saw the arrow on it, but I didn't see it fall. Everyone stepped forward and cheered in unison, saying, "Good arrow, good arrow 1". The bow is strong, and this arrow goes straight through seven layers of solid armor, such as nails. It is firmly worn and cannot be shaken. Pandang was furious and told the sergeant to take off his armor and take an arrow, hoping to boast about the camp. "Don't move: I tried to shoot an arrow, too, and I don't know what it was like." The generals said, "It depends on the magical power of the foster uncle." The bow is in his hand, and he wants to shoot it again. People will say; "How can Uncle Yang not shoot?" Miracle said, "It's not unusual to wear a letter like this. I have a way to send an arrow. " As he spoke, he took an arrow, whizzed it out and shouted, "Just right:" This arrow; I can't go up or down, I can't go left or right, I just shot Pandang's arrow at cuckoo. The arrow from the cave base still passes through the hole in the armor. When people look at it, they all spit out their tongues. Pan Dangfang was convinced and sighed: "I can't lift my uncle's wonderful hand, nor can I have my breadth (Feng Menglong and Cai Zhu: History of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, pp. 522-523).

The old man nodded again and picked up the guy. Wang Sansheng stared at the crossbow and shook his gun. His face is very ugly. The old man's black eyes are deeper and smaller, like two fragrant heads. As the gun turned in front of him, Wang Sansheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. Those two black eyes seem to suck the spear head into the outside of I 4, which has been surrounded by wind and rain. Everyone thinks the old man is really good. In order to avoid those eyes, Wang Sansheng played a gun skill. The old man's yellow beard moved: "Please." Wang Sansheng slammed a gun and bowed forward. The spear head went to the old man's throat, and the spear tassel made a red spin. Suddenly, the old man's body came alive, leaned forward slightly, put down the gun, hung the front handle, and then took Wang Sansheng's hand. Bang, bang, bang, Wang Sansheng spilled his gun. Long-distance call Well, Wang Sansheng's face and chest are purple, so he grabbed his gun. A flower turned over with a gun, and the tip of the gun ran among the old people. The old man's eyes flashed black and his legs flexed slightly. He put the handle on his crotch, put the handle on the gun rod he was about to take back, patted it, and the gun fell to the ground again. There is a sound outside. Wang Sansheng was sweating like a pig. He stopped picking up the gun and looked at the crossbow. The wood was there. The old man dropped the guy, picked up the big shirt, still dragging his legs, but walked quickly. The big shirt was draped over his arm and he came over and took a picture of Wang Sansheng. "Still have to practice, man:" (Lao She; "Ghost Gun" and "Selected Short Stories of Lao She", pp. 19-20)

This is the last moment! Fatigue is like a wind fossil on the roadside, oppressing his whole body. He doesn't know how to catch up with the long distance of 200 meters next. Judging from previous competitions, in such cases, nine times out of ten it was a failure. Failure, an athlete will have many unpleasant encounters with it in his life; However, it is precisely failure that has helped many novices become excellent athletes, helped the excellent and become better ... Dugur has also failed many times; But now, he feels that he has only one way-winning J must win J. Thinking of this, he feels as if someone has injected a magical power into him, and the fatigue suddenly disappears! At this point, there is only one thought in his mind, "for him, surpass him!" " Sure enough, he seems to have changed his legs and ran like lightning: the distance was swallowed up by the huge and magical power pouring out of his heart, one meter and one meter, swallowed up ... When he came to the place about 100 meters away from the finish line, he turned into a flat shoulder in one breath. At this time, Zimmed also tried his best to make a final stab at him ... The tension was intense, so thrilling ... Some female audiences, unable to bear such excessive tension, let out a cry ... However, there was only a huge voice in Dugul's ear: "For him, surpass him!" Suddenly, he caught up with him,-meters, two meters, three meters ... At the end, he pushed Zimidra more than ten meters away. (Malaqinfu's Prairie of Flowers, Collection of Short Stories Since the Founding of the People's Republic of China, pp. 633-63 1)

Only eight rounds out of ten. Thomas's nose is bleeding, and so is the upper part of his eyes. But he always punches forward without hesitation, slowly driving the other side exhausted with a terrible, thoughtless and mechanical force. In the eighth round, the black man was unable to raise his fist. Thomas took the opportunity to punch the black man in the forehead with his right fist, and then pressed the black man on the table. The black man stood up after counting to "eight", wobbling and unable to explain. Thomas, with a bloody face but a smile on his face, jumped up and pounced on the black man mercilessly, swinging his fist and hitting the other side directly. From Gretchen's point of view, he punched fifty times in at least a few seconds. The black man fell face down and the audience gave a deafening cry. The black man struggled to stand up, and one knee was almost cocked up. Thomas crossed his legs and stood alert, cruel and tenacious on the neutral ground. He seemed happy that his opponent stood up and continued to fight, but when the black man collapsed hopelessly on the bed board and was sentenced to ruin, Gretchen saw Thomas' smashed face and quickly flashed a disappointed expression. ([America] irwin shaw: The Rich and the Poor, p. 445)

Drums on both sides sounded: "Ready 1". The two sides are paired one by one. Each pair of wrestlers take a crouching posture, facing each other head-on, glaring at each other. The drums ordered, "Hold on! Catch it! " Each pair of wrestlers began to circle like a pair of cats. Drummers on both sides followed suit at this time, running around and covering behind the wrestlers. Every drummer drummed the names of the ancient wrestlers in the village, and their ghosts watched. A pair of wrestlers caught each other off guard by pretending to attack, and finally caught each other and started fighting. Before long, the two sides fought in the dust that was kicked, and the dust almost covered the line of sight of the screaming audience. It doesn't matter which side slides to the ground or both fall to the ground at the same time. Only when one side throws the other side down, lifts its body and throws itself to the ground can it win.

A famous passage describing "worship"

As soon as he entered the church, a new atmosphere appeared before him. Several beggars and beggars are begging for alms, and God will repay these kind people in eternal life. Some devout people are kissing the feet of Jesus who was crucified, while others are kneeling outside the threshold. They raised their hands and eyes, as if fascinated by the illusion in the sky. The church was shrouded in darkness, and the light from more than a dozen candles burning on the silver candlestick could not illuminate it. On the lime floor of the church, people can be seen everywhere. Some of them lie prone on the ground, others bend all the way to the ground, as if trying to hide themselves humbly and piously. Anyone who looks at those motionless bodies will think that their souls have left them for a while and fled to a better world. ([Wave] Proust; Puppet, 15 1 page)

The priest then put on his cassock and white clothes. Finally, he lay on the ground. A servant caught it and sent it out. The ceremony began. Ralph Lenski retreated to a corner. I humbly asked for a burning charcoal and the cigarette began to curl up. Maids-in-waiting and pages also came out of the hall, and everyone was crowded at the door. Roska (dog's name), who never went downstairs, suddenly ran into the restaurant: people tried to drive him away, but he was even more flustered. At first, his feelings were wonderful, almost painful, and he could not clearly know his feelings himself. Maria Dimitriyev stood in front with a chair behind her. She crossed lazily and leisurely, just like a lady-for a moment she looked around, and then she suddenly rolled her eyes at the sky: she was obviously bored. Marfa Timofeev looked worried; Natasha karpov fell down and stood up again, making a slight and cautious sound on her clothes; As for Lisa, she has been standing in her position and has not moved. Judging from the fixed expression on her face, it is obvious that she is praying constantly and enthusiastically. After the ceremony, she went to kiss the cross and the priest's big red hand. ([Russia] Turgenev: The House of Nobles, p. 138, 139)

When the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely, sometimes on the golden clothes of the icons, and sometimes illuminates the dark and gloomy faces of the sages, and the bright light makes them dim. The dim candlelight was eclipsed. The church was empty, and all the cultivators went to work in the fields. Only a few old ladies with white headscarves were crowded in the corner by the door. Some people are sad-faced, with their cheeks propped up in their hands, sitting on the stone steps of the auxiliary altar and sighing loudly from time to time. Who knows if this is because they have done evil or because they are worried about housework? Some people fell to the ground and prayed for a long time. The cool wind blew in through the iron window lattice, sometimes lifting the tablecloth on the altar, sometimes blowing the priest's white hair, turning the pages of the Bible and blowing out the candles. The footsteps of priests and deacons on the stone floor echoed in the empty church, and their voices echoed sadly on the vault. On the high dome, Western jackdaw in the west is noisy, sparrows are chirping, flying from one window to another, and their flapping wings and bells sometimes drown out the voice of prayer ... ([] Goncharov: Ordinary Story, pages S62—363).

Adrijana Ivanovna took Xiao Lida, pulled the little boy up from the chair, knelt by the fire in the corner, and let the children kneel in front of her. The little girl is still shaking; But the little boy knelt on his bare little knee, raised a hand moderately, crossed correctly, kowtowed and touched the ground with his forehead, which seemed to make him particularly satisfied. Adrijana Ivanovna bit her lip and cried; She also prayed, straightening the boy's shirt from time to time, covering the girl's bare shoulders with a scarf taken out of the cupboard, without getting up or interrupting her prayer. ([Russia] Dostoevsky: Crime and Punishment, p. 2 14-2 15)

However, even in Rukovo, in this "slave village", there is always a grand religious ceremony every year. It was in August, and they traveled all over the county from village to village with the Virgin Mary on their backs. The day Julio was looking forward to, there was no wind and the sky was gloomy. The girls put on bright and gorgeous clothes early in the morning and went out to see their idols. It was only at night that they took it into the village, lined up seriously, held crosses in their hands, and sang songs, while the bells of the church across the river rang. A large group of people in the village and other villages blocked the streets, making noise and flying dust, and crowded together ... The old man, the old woman and Chiriac all reached out to the statue, looked at it eagerly and cried, "Mom, let's make a decision! Give us the master! " ([Russia] Chekhov; "Farmers" and "Selected Novels of Chekhov", p. 666)

From the church came the faint sound of chanting hymns, and at the same time came the mixed smell of cellar and incense burning. ..... At a quarter past eight, the organ in the church began to play in a low voice. O ... They all gathered in a corner, in front of which was a temporary altar with a newly decorated statue of Santirocco made by a workshop in the city. These figures knelt there, as if curled up into a ball and disappeared in the smoke, just like some frozen shadows, piled here and there, not much darker than the gray fog. Above them, the organ is constantly changing tunes.

Good passage: a famous passage describing "sacrifice"

Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Galactic Night. High curative value is zero, the standard does not move, and Diao Dou is silent. Jiang Wei led 49 people to guard outside the account. Kong Ming set up a fragrant flower sacrifice in his tent. There are 7 headlights on the ground, 49 small lights outside, and a monument lamp at the core of life inside. Zhuge Liang bowed to Zhu and said, "Liang was born in troubled times and would like to be an old nymphs. He inherited the thought of Emperor Zhaolie's three visits to the cottage, and he cared for his orphans. He dared not spare the dog's efforts and vowed to be a traitor. If you don't expect the stars to fall, you will die. I would like to write a book, appealing to heaven, looking down at heaven, listening to his words, judging by it, repaying your kindness, saving people's lives, returning the past and prolonging the world of Han Dynasty. If you are afraid to pray, it is really because of your feelings. " After saying goodbye, I bent down in my tent. (Luo Guanzhong: Romance of the Three Kingdoms, pp. 900-90 1)

The woman opened the door, and Song Wu asked the soldiers to prepare soup and rice. Song Wu lit candles and put wine and plates in front of the bed. The second time on duty, the arrangement was correct. Song Wu fell to the ground and said, "Brother, the ghost is not far away! You were weak when you were alive, and you can't see clearly after you die today. If you are wronged and hurt, entrust your dream to me, and my brother will avenge you. " Pour the wine, burn the paper money, and burst into tears, making both neighbors cry. This woman still pretends to cry in it. Song Wu cried, ate soup, rice, wine and vegetables with the soldiers, begged for two cushions, and told the soldiers to sleep in the middle door. Song Wu put a cushion and slept in front of the coffin. Women go upstairs and downstairs to sleep. (Shi Naian Luo Guanzhong: The Water Margin, p. 320-32 1 p.)

This is the year-end ceremony of Luzhen, paying tribute to the gods and praying for good luck in the coming year. Kill chickens and geese, buy pork and wash it carefully. Women's arms are soaked in water, and some are wearing twisted silver bracelets. After cooking, put some chopsticks on this thing, which can be called "blessing ceremony". They were displayed in the fifth watch and lit incense sticks, and the worship was limited to men. After the worship, it is still natural to set off firecrackers. Every year, as long as we can afford gifts and firecrackers, this year will be the same. (Lu Xun; "Blessing" and "Wandering", page 2)

Religious feelings, impressions of the past, respect for ancient sacrifices and the symbol of protecting the pure white virgin all hang over all this. The church was built next to the pub, with leaves scattered on the steps, as open as a dark bay. The church is full of fragrance, candlelight shines in the dark, and the walls are covered with boatmen's offerings. The fiancé e of the missing boatman and the widow of the victim are surrounded by some amorous girls. They come out of the church of death wearing slender black veil and smooth headscarves, and their eyes are lowered, like a dark notice, quietly passing through the noise of this world. The sea not far away will always be the great nurturer and destroyer of this kind of strong men, and it is also in turmoil and noise, participating in this grand event ... ([France] Luo Wei: "Icelandic Fisherman" p. 29)