優(yōu)美英語(yǔ)美文
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精美英文文章篇一
The Law of the Heart
by J. George Frederick
At long last, I have come to a rather simple point, as to what I believe. I believe in what I choose to call, the Law of the Heart. In the medical world, this phrase—The Law of the Heart—means the great discovery by the Professor Ernest Henry Starling of the precise method by which the heart accelerates and retards itself through the heart muscle; also, the manner in which it accomplishes the vital two-way exchange of fluids between the bloodstream and the body tissues.
In my view of life, there is also supremely needful a vital, two-way exchange of heart qualities between human beings. Without it, the human spirit and relationship to other spirits is lifeless and dangerous. Dependence on head qualities is mechanical and empty, just as we have discovered that babies do not thrive, even with technical, expert nursing care, without mother love.
The law of the heart, in my belief, then, means that I can achieve greatest physical and mental health and have the most constructive relations with life and people if my matured emotional self dominates my motives and actions. When, after due consultation with my head, the true heart speaks, it is the finest and most mellowed judgment that I, human creature, am capable of. Man is indivisible, I believe. He is a whole—mind, spirit, body—but with only one real, fully representative voice: the voice of the heart.
There is in my belief, very suggestive symbolism in the means by which the law of the heart operates. We know that the man needs to give others—weaker, less fortunate—a transfusion of his blood as proof of fellowship. We know that hearts, which beat in unison with the problems, pains, miseries, and needs of others, knows celestial music, which can never be known to those who do not. We know that hearts—capable of quickened pulse at the sight of beauty and nobility, courage and sacrifice, love and tenderness, a child or a sunset—achieve intensities of living, a song in their hearts unknown to others. We know that those who choke off the heart’s native impulses will likely bring on a coronary thrombosis of obstructed emotion, which can cripple.
The first law of the heart, I feel sure, is to pulsate: to love. To fail to pulsate and love is swift and certain spiritual death. There are far, far too many of us who seemed obsessed with self, unable or unwilling to love. The second law of the heart, I believe, is to give and forgive: to sacrifice.
These things, I know and believe. They provide me with a foundation to what I call my “Humanistic Philosophy of Life.” It works for me. I feel close to the Earth with it; yet, face uplifted. The heart is closer to everlasting reality, although I am fully aware that I must not let raw emotion masquerade as a heart quality and that the immature heart can make serious errors. The educated, matured heart is, to my belief, not only the noblest thing in man but also the great hope of the world.
精美英文文章篇二
A Mask Was Stifling Me
by Lucy Freeman
I believe that everyone wants to love and be loved and that happiness stems from a facing and acceptance of self that allows you to give and receive love.
Some think of love as a passionate, hungry, dramatic feeling, all-consuming in intensity and desire. As I see it, this is, rather, immature love; it is a demand on others, not a giving of oneself. Mature love, the love that brings happiness, flows out of an inner fullness, and accepts, understands, and is tender toward the other person. It does not ask to be served, but only where it may serve.
Six years ago, I could hardly breathe because of acute sinus. My stomach was always upset and full of queasiness, and I had trouble sleeping, even though I felt exhausted all the time. In desperation, after doctors who treated the physical symptoms failed to ease the pain, I tried psychoanalysis. I was lucky to find a wise, compassionate man who showed me what it meant to be able to trust myself and others.
The physical ills are gone, but more than that, I have at long last started to acquire a philosophy of living. I had never possessed one. I had lived on dogma and dicta which I had accepted unquestioningly through the years, even though I believed little of it, because I feared to question. But by being unable to live naturally and at peace with myself, I was flying in the face of nature. She was punishing me with illness and, at the same time, informing me all was not well, just in case I wanted to do something about it.
In order to change, I needed help in facing myself. For me, it was not easy to “know thyself.” All my life I had accepted the lesser of the two evils and run away from self, because truth was more dangerous. Once I thought that to survive, I had to put on a mask and forget what lay underneath. But masks are false protections, and the inner part of me refused to go unheard forever. It caught up eventually, and unless it was to master me, I had to face such feelings as fear, anger, envy, hatred, jealousy, and excessive need for attention. When I realized I could not have done anything else except what I did, I was able to like myself more and be able to like others, not for what they could give me but for what I could give to them.
The Bible shows the way to easy, happy living in many of its pages. It advises, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Those who expect the most are apt to receive the least. I had expected much and was filled with fury because nothing in the outside world relieved my emptiness and despair. Nothing did either, until I could face the anger and fury, the emptiness and despair, and slowly start to know such new feelings as compassion, conviction, control, calm. I learned too of reason—that judicious combination of thought and feeling that enables me to take more responsibility for myself and others.
For me, there is much hard work ahead to achieve greater happiness. Yet, the very struggle I have put into achieving a measure of it, makes happiness that much more dear.
精美英文文章篇三
A sort of unselfish selfishness
by WARD GREENE
When a man is ten, he has a boy's faith in almost everthing: even Santa Claus is a belief he is not quite ready to give up so long as there is a chance the old gentleman may really live and deliver. When a man is twenty, he is closer to compete disillusion and stronger conviction than he will probably ever be in his life. This is the age of atheists and agnostics; it is also the age of martyrs. Jesus Christ must have been a very young man when he died on the cross; Joan of Arc, they say, was only nineteen as the flames consumed her. It is in the later years---oh, anywhere from thirty to fifty---that a man at some time stands with the tatters of his hopes and dreams fallen from him and asks himself:"What, indeed, do i believe?"
He is very apt, then, to cling to the words of other men who have written for him the shadow signposts that come as anything to poiting pathways he found best in the past and roads he will trust on the way ahead. These words may be mere copybook maxims: that honesty is the best policy, or haste makes waste. They may be alone from Shakespeare---"To thine own self be true"---or from the bible---"All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them"---or from the poets" i myself am Heaven and Hell". They may seem a sort of hodgepodge in a man's mind, yet they can make a pattern not inconsistent and not weak.
So if i believe that i myself am Heaven and Hell, that anything less than honesty to myself and others is a boomerang on them and me; if my translation of the Golden Rule is acts of kindness and understanding and xompassion, practiced in the hope that they will be shown to me, then i have a way of life that is a sort of unselfish selfishness. The bald statement may sound cynical, but if i can follow that way, i shall not be too unhappy here and i may face death with regret but an untroubled face and a stout heart.
But there are blocks and pitfalls in a way of life, even assuming that a man can adhere to it steadfastly despite his own inclinations to deviate. These obstacles are the work other men who adhere to other ways. Hence kindness and compassion are not enough.
A man, i believe, must have courage and fortitude and a burning sense of justice, too. There are times we should turn the other cheek, but there are likewise times when we must fight the good fight. When? Well, if a fellow can't find answer on the signposts or in his heart, i guess he has just got to pray.
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