We have an absolute responsibility for ourselves, which can lead to despair and anguish, even questioning the point of living - the classic "existential crisis"! 我们对自己负有绝对的责任,这可能导致绝望和痛苦,甚至会质疑生活的意义——典型的“存在主义危机”! This existential angst has not gone awa...
We’re not alone in our despair or delight. When we have a poem by our side, whether tucked into a bag or on a bedside table, it feels like we’re being accompanied by a friend: an authorial arm is wrapped around our shoulders.(诗歌让我们与其他有过相似情感的人建立联系。我们并不是...
待解决 悬赏分:1 - 离问题结束还有 If you do not understand what is called despair问题补充:匿名 2013-05-23 12:21:38 如果你不明白什么叫做绝望 匿名 2013-05-23 12:23:18 如果你不知道什么是称为绝望 匿名 2013-05-23 12:24:58 如果您不了解什么称绝望 匿名 2013-05-23 12:26:38 ...
aDirection After cleansing,apply asufficient amount to face,neck or body,lightly pat with fingertips 方向在洗涤以后,运用asufficient数额于面孔、脖子或者身体,轻微轻拍与指尖 [translate] a我选择,我成功 I choose, I succeed [translate] aial (amorphous to X-rays) is believed to act as a binder by...
a这个单词是什么意思? What meaning is this word?[translate] a我一个人,带着绝望,偶尔看星星,吹吹风,虽然一辈子都心疼,可我不怕。 I, bring to despair, occasionally looks at the star, catches a chill, although all loves dearly for a lifetime, but I did not fear.[translate] ...
“He was in despair.” “What about?” “Nothing.” “How do you know it was nothing?” “He has plenty of money.” Hemingway’s writing style seeks to dispense the precise amount of information necessary for the reader, without any garnishment. Notice the details he provides: the exact...
"Fear and Loathing" is one of the first books on existentialist philosophy written by Soren Kierkegaard in the 1800s. This title sets the tone of much of the history of existentialist philosophy, making negative emotions such as despair and dread at center stage of the movement. These come ...
a我感到孤独而绝望 I felt lonely despairs[translate] apainting of interior parts with comfort paint 正在翻译,请等待... [translate] a低温阴雨气候特征分析研究 Low temperature rain climate characteristic analysis research[translate] a我的表兄很内向。 My male cousin is very introverted.[translate] ...
This is an utterly foreign feeling kind of love. It’s nothing like romantic love or even the love I have for my parents or siblings. It’s an immediate neural pathway to both utter joy and despair (often one right after the other), and as a pathway it does just sit nakedly open ...
strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair....