双城记经典语录名句

双城记深刻地揭露了法国大革命前深深激化了的社会矛盾。以下是由小编整理关于双城记经典语录，希望大家喜欢!

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.

那是最美好的时代，那是最糟糕的时代;那是智慧的年头，那是愚昧的年头;那是信仰的时期，那是怀疑的时期;那是光明的季节，那是黑暗的季节;那是希望的春天，那是失望的冬天;我们全都在直奔天堂，我们全都在直奔相反的方向--简而言之，那时跟现在非常相象，某些最喧嚣的权威坚持要用形容词的最高级来形容它。说它好，是最高级的;说它不好，也是最高级的。

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.

我现在已做的远比我所做过的一切都美好;我将获得的休息远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.

纵然伤心，也不要愁眉不展，因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。

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

对于世界而言，你是一个人;但是对于某个人，你是他的整个世界。

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

不要为那些不愿在你身上花费时间的'人而浪费你的时间。

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

爱你的人如果没有按你所希望的方式来爱你，那并不代表他们没有全心全意地爱你。

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

不要着急，最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。

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.

在遇到梦中人之前，上天也许会安排我们先遇到别的人;在我们终于遇见心仪的人时，便应当心存感激。

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

不要因为结束而哭泣，微笑吧，为你的曾经拥有。

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

如果你爱一个人，随遇而安，让他/她自由的飞，如果最后他/她还是回到你身边，那就是命中注定的。

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.