To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.
身为爱尔兰人就是要明白，这个世界终将让你心碎。
The world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
世界充满了故事，但所有的故事其实都是同一个。
Memory is a kind of accomplishment, a sort of renewal even.
记忆是一种成就，甚至是一种更新。
The heart is a strange thing. It can be broken and still keep beating.
心是个奇怪的东西，它破碎了却仍能跳动。
We are all our own prisons, and our own jailers.
我们都是自己的监狱，也是自己的狱卒。
The past is not dead. It is not even past.
过去并未死去，它甚至从未过去。
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."
世界确实充满了危险，其中有许多黑暗的地方；但仍然有许多美好的事物，尽管在所有土地上，爱现在与悲伤交织在一起，但它可能因此而变得更伟大。
"To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart."
作为爱尔兰人，就是要知道世界最终会伤透你的心。
"History is not the past but a map of the past, drawn from a particular point of view, to be useful to the modern traveller."
历史不是过去，而是一张从特定视角绘制的地图，对现代旅行者有用。
"The heart is a resilient little muscle."
心脏是一块坚韧的小肌肉。