:死亡诗社经典台词

　　他一直在念叨真理all the time he's mumbling.Truth。

　　真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子／你怎么扯，怎么拽，总也不够／踢也好，打也好，它总也盖不住我们／从我们哭着降生／到我们奄奄一息／它只会盖住你的脸／不管你如何痛苦／不管你如何痛苦／如何叫喊

　　Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

　　六、你们用不着表演，完全为你自己。

　　坚持与从俗不同的信仰的困难。

　　the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others。

　　我们都有一种被人接受的需要。但是你必须坚持自己的信仰是独特的是你自己的，哪怕别人认为它们很怪，或者很讨厌，哪怕一群人都说，那太差。

　　we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go。

　　罗伯特·弗洛斯特：希望你们也找到自己的路，找到自己的步伐、步调，任何方向，任何东西都行，不管是自负也好，愚蠢也好，什么都行。

　　I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours。