It is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition. It would probably be a kinder world: with out demands， without abrasions， without disappointments. People would have time for reflection. Such work as they did would not be for themselves but for the collectivity. Competition would never enter in. conflict would be eliminated， tension bee a thing of the past. The stress of creation would be at an end. Art would no longer be troubling， but purely celebratory in its functions. Longevity would be increased， for fewer people would die of heart attack or stroke caused by tumultuous endeavor. Anxiety would be extinct. Time would stretch on and on， with ambition long departed from the human heart.
Ah， how unrelieved boring life would be!
There is a strong view that holds that success is a myth， and ambition therefore a sham. Does this mean that success does not really exist? That achievement is at bottom empty? That the efforts of men and women are of no significance alongside the force of movements and events now not all success， obviously， is worth esteeming， nor all ambition worth cultivating. Which are and which are not is something one soon enough learns on one’s own. But even the most cynical secretly admit that success exists; that achievement counts for a great deal; and that the true myth is that the actions of men and women are useless. To believe otherwise is to take on a point of view that is likely to be deranging. It is， in its implications， to remove all motives for petence， interest in attainment， and regard for posterity.
We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch， the country of our birth， or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not， most of us， choose to die; nor do we choose the time or conditions of our death. But within all this realm of choicelessness， we do choose how we shall live: courageously or in cowardice， honorably or dishonorably， with purpose or in drift. We decide what is important and what is trivial in life. We decide that what makes us significant is either what we do or what we refuse to do. But no matter how indifferent the universe may be to our choices and decisions， these choices and decisions are ours to make. We decide. We choose. And as we decide and choose， so are our lives formed. In the end， forming our own destiny is what ambition is about.
What I have Lived for 我为何而生
Three passions， simple but overwhelmingly 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.
I have sought love， first， because it brings ecstasy---ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy. I have sought it， next， because it relieves loneliness---that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it， finally， because in the union of love I have seen， in a mystic miniature， the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought， and though it might seem too good for human life， this is what---at last---I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this， but not much， I have achieved.
Love and knowledge， so far as they were possible， led upward toward the heavens. But always it brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine， victims tortured by oppressors， helpless old people a hated burden to their sons， and the whole world of loneliness， poverty， and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil， but I cannot， and I too suffer. Www.CopyRight8.Com
This has been my life. I have found it worth living， and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They dont act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion，“I love you”is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentines Day is even more out of the question. Finally my father has a bad temper. When hes very tired from the hard work， it is easy for him to lose his temper.
One day， my mother was sewing a quilt. I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.
“Mom， I have a question to ask you，”I said after a while.
“What?”she replied， still doing her work.
“Is there love between you and Dad?”I asked her in a very low voice.
My mother stopped her work and raised her head with surprise in her eyes. She didnt answer immediately. Then she bowed her head and continued to sew the quilt.
I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was in a great embarrassment and I didnt know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words:
“Susan，”she said thoughtfully，“Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears， but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt， then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime， but its really there. Love is inside.”
I listened carefully but I couldnt understand her until the next spring. At that time， my father suddenly got sick seriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. When they returned from the hospital， they both looked very pale. It seemed both of them had had a serious illness.
After they were back， every day in the morning and dusk， my mother helped my father walk slowly on the country road. My father had never been so gentle. It seemed they were the most harmonious couple. Along the country road， there were many beautiful flowers， green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these made up the most beautiful picture in the world.
The doctor had said my father would recover in two months. But after two months he still couldnt walk by himself. All of us were worried about him.
“Dad， how are you feeling now?”I asked him one day.
“Susan， dont worry about me.”he said gently.“To tell you the truth， I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life.”Reading his eyes， I know he loves my mother deeply.
Once I thought love meant flowers， gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience， I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside， making life strong and warm..
If I Rest，I Rust 如果我休息，我就会生锈
The significant inscription found on an old key---“If I rest， I rust”---would be an excellent motto for those who are afflicted with the slightest bit of idleness. Even the most industrious person might adopt it with advantage to serve as a reminder that， if one allows his faculties to rest， like the iron in the unused key， they will soon show signs of rust and， ultimately， cannot do the work required of them.
Those who would attain the heights reached and kept by great men must keep their faculties polished by constant use， so that they may unlock the doors of knowledge， the gate that guard the entrances to the professions， to science， art， literature， agriculture---every department of human endeavor.
Industry keeps bright the key that opens the treasury of achievement. If Hugh Miller， after toiling all day in a quarry， had devoted his evenings to rest and recreation， he would never have bee a famous geologist. The celebrated mathematician， Edmund Stone， would never have published a mathematical dictionary， never have found the key to science of mathematics， if he had given his spare moments to idleness， had the little Scotch lad， Ferguson， allowed the busy brain to go to sleep while he tended sheep on the hillside instead of calculating the position of the stars by a string of beads， he would never have bee a famous astronomer.
Labor vanquishes all---not inconstant， spasmodic， or ill-directed labor; but faithful， unremitting， daily effort toward a well-directed purpose. Just as truly as eternal vigilance is the price of liberty， so is eternal industry the price of noble and enduring success.
Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows， we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways， of children waving at a crossing， of cattle grazing on a distant hillside， of smoke pouring from a power plant， of row upon row of corn and wheat， of flatlands and valleys， of mountains and rolling hillsides， of city skylines and village halls.
我们的潜意识里藏着一派田园诗般的风光! 我们仿佛身处一次横贯大陆的漫漫旅程之中! 乘着火车， 我们领略着窗外流动的景色：附近高速公路上奔驰的汽车、十字路口处招手的孩童、远山上吃草的牛群、源源不断地从电厂排放出的烟尘、一片片的玉米和小麦、平原与山谷、群山与绵延的丘陵、天空映衬下城市的轮廓， 以及乡间的庄园宅第!
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour， we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there， so many wonderful dreams will e true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a pleted jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles， damning the minutes for loitering --waiting， waiting， waiting for the station.
然而我们心里想得最多的却是最终的目的地! 在某一天的某一时刻， 我们将会抵达进站! 迎接我们的将是乐队和飘舞的彩旗! 一旦到了那儿， 多少美梦将成为现实， 我们的生活也将变得完整， 如同一块理好了的拼图! 可是我们此刻在过道里不耐烦地踱来踱去， 咒骂火车的拖拖拉拉! 我们期待着， 期待着， 期待着火车进站的那一刻!
"When we reach the station， that will be it! "we cry. "When Im 18. ""When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz! ""When I put the last kid through college. ""When I have paid off the mortgage!""When I get a promotion.""When I reach the age of retirement， I shall live happily ever after! "
"当我们到站的时候， 一切就都好了! "我们呼喊着! "当我18岁的时候! ""当我有了一辆新450SL奔驰的时候! ""当我供最小的小孩念完大学的时候! ""当我偿清贷款的时候! ""当我官升高任的时候! ""当我到了退休的时候， 就能够从此过上快乐的生活啦! "
Sooner or later， we must realize there is no station， no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
可是我们终究会认识到人生的旅途中并没有车站， 也没有能够"一到永逸"的地方!生活的真正乐趣在于旅行的过程， 而车站可是是个梦， 它始终遥遥领先于我们!
"Relish the moment "is a good motto， especially when coupled with Psalm 118：24："This is the day which the Lord hath made;we will rejoice and be glad in it. "It isnt the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.
"享受此刻"是句很好的箴言， 尤其是当它与《圣经·诗篇》中第118页24行的一段话相映衬的时候， 更是如此："今日乃主所创造;生活在今日我们将欢欣、高兴! "真正令人发疯的不是今日的负担， 而是对昨日的悔恨及对明日的恐惧! 悔恨与恐惧是一对孪生窃贼， 将今日从你我身边偷走!
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. In stead， climb more mountains， eat more ice cream， go barefoot more often， swim more rivers， watch more sunsets， laugh more， cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will e soon enough.
那么就不要在过道里徘徊吧， 别老惦记着你离车站还有多远! 何不换一种活法， 将更多的高山攀爬， 多吃点儿冰淇淋甜甜嘴巴， 经常光着脚板儿溜达溜达， 在更多的河流里畅游， 多看看夕阳西下， 多点欢笑哈哈， 少让泪水滴答! 生活得一边过一边瞧! 车站就会很快到达!
Companionship of Books 以书为伴
A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the pany he keeps; for there is a panionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best pany， whether it be of books or of men.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was， and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of panions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth， and forting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb， ‘Love me， love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me， love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think， feel， and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together， and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is， for the most part， but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words， the golden thoughts， which， remembered and cherished， bee our constant panions and forters.
Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay， but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts， which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds， ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them， enjoy with them， grieve with them; their experience bees ours， and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
The great and good do not die， even in this world. Embalmed in books， their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens.
We always convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married， have a baby， thenanother. Then we are frustrated that the kids arent old enough and well be more content whenthey are. After that we re frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly behappy when they are out of that stage.
We always tell ourselves that our life will be plete when our spouse gets his or her acttogether， when we get a nicer car， and are able to go on a nice vacation， when we retire. Thetruth is， theres no better time than right now. If not now， when? Our life will always be filledwith challenges. Its best to admit this to ourselves and decide to be happy anyway.
One of my favorite quotes es from Alfred Souza. He said， "For a long time it had seemed tome that life was about to begin-real life.But there was always some obstacle in the way， something to be gotten through first， someunfinished business， time still to be served， a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last itdawned onto me that these obstacles were my life. This perspective has helped me to see thatthere is no way to happiness.
Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment that you have.And remember that time waits for no one. So stop waiting until you finish school， until you goback to school; until you get married， until you get divorced; until you have kids， until your kidsleave home; until you start work， until you retire; until you get a new car or home; untilspring; until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to behappy....
Happiness is a journey， not a destination. So，Work like you dont need money，
Love like youve never been hurt，And dance like no ones watching.
to love， like never been hurt，to dance，like no one appreciate;
to sing， like no one listen to，to work， like no need of money;
to life， like today is the end.
Three Days to See(Excerpts)假如给我三天光明（节选）
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year， sometimes as short as 24 hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed hero chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak， of course， of free men who have a choice， not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking， wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events， what experiences， what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings， what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with gentleness， vigor and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to e. There are those， of course， who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat， drink， and be merry”. But most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune， but almost always his sense of values is changed. He bees more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live， or have lived， in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us， however， take life for granted. We know that one day we must die， but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health， death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks， hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy， I am afraid， characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing， only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily， without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it， of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
When Love Beckons You
When love beckons to you， follow him， though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you， yield to him， though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you， believe in him， though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun， so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
But if， in your fear， you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure， then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor， into the seasonless world where you shall laugh， but not all of your laughter， and weep， but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not， nor would it be possessed， for love is sufficient unto love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must have desires， let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks， red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will， a quality of the imagination， a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity， of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin， but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry， fear， self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16， there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders， the unfailing appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart， there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty， hope， courage and power from man and from the infinite， so long as you are young.
When your aerials are down， and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism， then you’ve grown old， even at 20; but as long as your aerials are up， to catch waves of optimism， there’s hope you may die young at 80.
永不言弃Never Give Up
Successful people often say never give up. They are sincerely trying to motivate others to success.
It can be a really hard experience for some， so when they do reach their goal， they are almost in shock. There is no need to wade through crocodile-infested waters when there is a safe bridge to use. Sheer hard work and determination is great， but not at the expense of enjoyment and a sense of fulfillment along the journey. duanwenw So staying motivated is important to maintain this exciting path to success. It doesn’t matter how far away your oute6 is， because you are going to enjoy the trip.
If a change in circumstances is not possible at the moment， accept that. So how can you be happy enough， if only a little of your time is enjoyable?
Pretend. That is all you can do. Whether you are a cleaning worker or serving customers， speak to people with care. duanwenw Watch the smile on their faces as if you brought it to them. Enthusiasm is infectious. If you focus on enjoying your tasks， they will be easier. Time flies when you are having fun. Enjoy life at present， and don’t just wait for the end result.
Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe， a moment that will never be again … And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four， and that Paris is the capital of France.
When will we also teach them what they are?
We should say to each of them： Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed， there has never been another child like you. Your legs， your arms， your clever fingers， the way you move.
You may bee a Shakespeare， a Michelangelo， a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes， you are a marvel. And when you grow up， can you then harm another who is， like you， a marvel?
You must work — we must all work — to make the world worth of its children.
踏上新的征程Embark on a New Beginning
It is the road you take that decides your destiny but not your destiny that decides the road you take.
The question is: Are you satisfied with who you are? Are you doing what you are capable of doing? duanwenw Do you get excited about what you are going to do when you get up in the morning? It is high time you asked these questions that reflect the truth about your life. More often than not we have the ability to achieve much greater things， but we get caught in the average things in life and waste our potential. Each one of us has immense ability. But most of us fail to use it. Why?
1. There is no exact purpose for your life.
2. You underestimate yourself.
3. You are too busy to think about any-thing.
4. You are in a fortable zone.
5. You fear failure.
Ask yourself， what difference am I making in the lives of others? duanwenw Would you be happy and satisfied with what you have achieved? Are you following your passion? You must find what you love and what gives you fulfillment.
Don’t be afraid to make a new beginning. Go deep and explore the possibilities. As you go deeper and deeper， you begin to add meaning to your life.
Once a circle missed a wedge. The circle wanted to be whole， so it went around looking for its missing piece. But because it was inplete and therefore could roll only very slowly， it admired the flowers along the way. It chatted with worms. It enjoyed the sunshine. It found lots of different pieces， but none of them fit. So it left them all by the side of the road and kept on searching. Then one day the circle found a piece that fit perfectly. It was so happy. Now it could be whole， with nothing missing. It incorporated the missing piece into itself and began to roll. Now that it was a perfect circle， it could roll very fast， too fast to notice flowers or talk to the worms. When it realized how different the world seemed when it rolled so quickly， it stopped， left its found piece by the side of the road and rolled slowly away.
There is a wholeness about the person who has e to terms with his limitations， who has been brave enough to let go of his unrealistic dreams and not feel like a failure for doing so. There is a wholeness about the man or woman who has learned that he or she is strong enough to go through a tragedy and survive， she can lose someone and still feel like a plete person.
成功的季节The Seasons of Success
As the season of spring es upon us， it is important that you start preparing yourself for change.
Life has four seasons: spring， summer， fall and winter. However， success also has its four seasons. So， every three to four months， expect changes to occur in your life. You must understand it has always been this way and it will continue to be this way.
Circumstances are the storms， the cold and the rain in your life. You cannot control your circumstances， duanwenw but you can control your response to them. You can not change your situation overnight， but you can change the way you think about it overnight.
Start thinking about the goals and dreams that you have planted in your heart. As you prepare for spectacular spring， some of your dreams will be ready to blossom， while others may still need to be cultivated. Just as a farmer knows when to plant and expect the harvest， you must also be prepared to plan and expect success.
Have you determined the weather forecast for your goals and dreams? Do you have your strategic umbrella ready for sudden changes? duanwenw The trees and flowers do not plain about the rain， because they understand it is important to their growth. Remember， the unexpected changes in your life are just preparing you for growth and success.