我们有时间的话，不如找一些英文短篇励志故事来看看，肯定会有所感悟的，那么英文短篇励志故事都有哪些呢?一起来看看吧。
英文短篇励志故事：无私奉献
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love — I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges — giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space in my heart. So now do you see what true beauty is? "
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.
一个年轻人站在城镇的中央，宣布他的心是整个山谷中最美丽的心。围观的群众很多，他们都称赞他的心的确是最完美的，没有一点伤痕或者瑕疵。真的，他们一致认为这实在是他们见过的最美丽的心。这个年轻人非常自豪，更加起劲地大声吹捧自己那颗美丽的心。
突然，一位老人出现在人群面前，他说：“你的心不如我的美丽。”围观群众和年轻人都朝老人的心看去，它有力地跳动着，却布满了伤疤，有的地方被挖走了，虽然重新补上了，但修补得不甚完整，留下参差不齐的疤痕。实际上，有的地方还露出很深的豁口。
人们睁大了眼睛——他们想：他怎能说自己的心更美丽呢?年轻人看了看老人的心，见是这种情形，不禁笑了起来：“你不是在开玩笑吧?”他说。“把你的心和我的比一下，我的心是那么完美，而你的心却布满了伤疤和裂痕。”
“是的，”老人说，“你的心从表面来看很完美，但我绝不会跟你交换。你看，每个伤疤都代表我为别人献出的一份爱——我掏出一块心给他们，他们常常会掏出自己的一块回赠给我，但由于这两块不完全一样，伤口的边缘就留下了疤痕，不过我十分珍惜这些疤痕，因为它们能使我想起我们共同拥有的爱心。有时我送出了心，其他人并没有回赠给我，因此就出现了这些深孔——献出爱只是创造机会。尽管这些伤口疼痛，并且整日敞开着，却能使我想起我给予他们的爱。我希望有一天，他们能够回来填补上我心里的空间。你们现在明白什么是真正的美丽了吧?”
年轻人默默无语地站着，泪水顺着脸颊流下。他走到这位老人身边，把手伸进自己完美而年轻美丽的心里，撕下一块来。他用颤抖的双手把它献给这位老人。
老人接过馈赠，把它放进自己的心里。然后他从自己疤痕累累的心里掏出一块，放在年轻人心里的那个伤口上。正好放进去，但不是特别吻合，因为有一些疤痕。年轻人看着自己的心，看起来不再完美但比以前更美丽了，因为老人心中的爱也流淌到了他的心里。他们互相拥抱，然后肩并肩离开了。
英文短篇励志故事：毕加索和我
Picasso And Me 毕加索和我
This is the 50th anniversary of the day I crossed paths with Pablo Picasso. It came about in a strange way. I had written a column showing how absurd some of my mail had become.
One letter was from Philadelphia. It was written by a Temple University student named Harvey Brodsky. Harvey said he was in love with a girl named Gloria Segall, and he hoped to marry her someday. She claimed to be the greatest living fan of Picasso. The couple went to a Picasso exhibit and, to impress her, Harvey told Gloria that he could probably get the artist's autograph.
Harvey's letter continued, "Since that incident, Gloria and I have stopped seeing each other. I did a stupid thing and she threw me out and told me she never wanted to see me again.
"I'm writing to you because I'm not giving up on Gloria. Could you get Picasso's autograph for me? If you could, I have a feeling Gloria and I could get back together. The futures of two young people depend on it. I know she is miserable without me and I without her. Everything depends on you."
At the end of the letter, he said, "I, Harvey Brodsky, do solemnly swear that any item received by me from Art Buchwald (namely, Pablo Picasso's autograph) will never be sold or given to anyone except Miss Gloria Segall."
I printed the letter in my column to show how ridiculous my mail was. When it appeared, David Duncan, a photographer, was with Picasso in Cannes and Duncan translated it for Picasso.
Picasso was very moved, and he took out his crayons and drew a beautiful color sketch for Gloria Segall and signed it.
Duncan called and told me the good news.
I said, "The heck with Gloria Segall, what about me?"
David explained this to Picasso and in crayons he drew a picture of the two of us together, holding a glass of wine, and wrote on the top, "Pour Art Buchwald."
By this time, the Associated Press had picked up the story and followed through on the delivery of the picture to Gloria Segall. When it arrived special delivery in Philadelphia, Gloria took one look and said, "Harvey and I will always be good friends."
If you're wondering how the story ends, Harvey married somebody else, and so did Gloria. The Picasso hangs in Gloria's living room.
It was a story that caught the imagination of people all over the world. I received lots of letters after the column was published. My favorite came from an art dealer in New York, who wrote:
"I can find you as many unhappy couples in New York City as you can get Picasso sketches. Two girls I know are on the verge of suicide if they don't hear from Picasso, and I know several couples in Greenwich Village who are in the initial stages of divorce. Please wire me how many you need. We both stand to make a fortune."
Another letter, from Bud Grossman in London, said, "My wife threatens to leave me unless I can get her Khrushchev's autograph. She would like it signed on a Russian sable coat."
阿尔特 布赫瓦尔德著
邹红云 译
今天是我和帕勃洛?毕加索相遇的50周年纪念日。这件事发生得很是离奇。在那以前,我写过一篇专栏文章,让大家瞧瞧我收到的一些邮件有多荒唐。
有一封寄自费城的信,是坦普尔大学一位名叫哈维?布洛德斯基的学生写的。哈维说他与一位叫格洛里亚?西格尔的姑娘坠入了爱河,希望有朝一日能娶她为妻。这位姑娘声称自己是活着的头号毕加索迷。这一对儿去参观了毕加索的一个画展,为了打动她,哈维告诉格洛里亚他很有可能弄到画家的签名。
哈维的信继续往下写:“自从那件事后,格洛里亚不再和我见面。我干了件蠢事,她就甩了我,并告诉我她再也不想见我。
“我写信给你是因为我不想放弃格洛里亚。你能给我弄到毕加索的签名吗?要是弄得到的话,我觉得格洛里亚和我还能再走到一块。两个年轻人的未来就取决于这个签名了。我知道,她没有了我很痛苦,我呢,没有了她心里不好受。一切都靠你的了。”
在信的结尾,他写道:“我,哈维?布洛德斯基,庄严宣誓:任何阿尔特?布赫瓦尔德寄给我的东西(即毕加索的签名),我决不会卖掉或送给除了格洛里亚?西格尔以外的任何人。”
我把这封信刊载在我的专栏里,让大家瞧瞧我收到的邮件有多可笑。信登出来时,摄影师戴维?邓肯正在戛纳和毕加索在一起,邓肯就把这封信翻译给毕加索听。
毕加索很感动,他拿出有色粉笔,为格洛里亚?西格尔画了幅彩色速写,并签上了名。
邓肯打电话告诉我这个好消息。
我说:“见格洛里亚?西格尔个鬼,有我的份吗?”
戴维把我的话向毕加索做了说明,他便用有色粉笔画了幅我们俩在一起手举酒杯的画,并在画的上方写道:“为阿尔特?布赫瓦尔德斟酒。”
这个时候,美联社已嗅得了这个故事,并且一路追踪到将画交给格洛里亚?西格尔这一步。当画以邮件快递的方式到达费城时,格洛里亚看了一眼说:“哈维和我将永远是好朋友。”
要是你想知道这个故事的结局,我可以告诉你。哈维娶了别人,格洛里亚也嫁了他人。毕加索的画现挂在格洛里亚家的起居室里。
这个故事引发了世界各地人们的想象力。专栏文章发表后,我收到了许多信。我最喜欢的一封信来自纽约的一位画商,他这样写道:
“你弄得到多少毕加索的画,我就能给你找到多少对不幸的人儿。有两个我认识的姑娘要是得不到毕加索的回音几乎就要自杀了。我还认识格林威治村几对正处于离婚初级阶段的夫妻。 请打电报告诉我你需要多少这样的人。我们俩也好赚一笔。”
另一封信寄自伦敦的巴德?格罗斯曼,他说:“我妻子威胁说要离开我,除非我能给她搞到赫鲁晓夫的签名。她想让他把名字签在一件俄罗斯的紫貂皮大衣上。”
*阿尔特?布赫瓦尔德(Art Buchwald, 1925—)美国幽默语言大师,美国艺术与文学院院士,曾获普例策奖。旧版的《大学英语》精读课本曾选用过他的“Ts There Life on Earth?”
英文短篇励志故事：一位改变了我生活的女孩
My childhood and adolescence were a joyous outpouring of energy, a ceaseless quest for expression, skill, and experience. School was only a background to the supreme delight of lessons in music, dance, and dramatics, and the thrill of sojourns in the country, theaters, concerts.
我在童年和少年时代激情四溢，无时无刻不追求展现自我、磨砺才艺和体味生活。学校里的音乐、舞蹈和戏剧课让我欢欣不已，而剧院和音乐会更让我身心为之震颤，乡间流连的时光也同样美妙。
And books, big Braille books that came with me on streetcars, to the table, and to bed. Then one night at a high school dance, a remark, not intended for my ears, stabbed my youthful bliss: “That girl, what a pity she is blind.” Blind! That ugly word that implied everything dark, blank, rigid, and helpless. Quickly I turned and called out, Please don’t feel sorry for me, I’m having lots of fun. But the fun was not to last.
还有我的书，那些厚重的盲文书籍无论在我乘车、用餐还是睡觉时都与我形影不离。然而，一天晚上，在高中的一次舞会上，一句我无意中听到的话霎那间将我年少的幸福击碎——“那女孩是个瞎子，真可惜!”瞎子——这个刺耳的字眼隐含着一个阴暗、漆黑、僵硬和无助的世界。我立刻转过身，大声喊道：“请不要为我叹惜，我很快乐!”——但我的快乐自此不复存在。
With the advent of college, I was brought to grips with the problem of earning a living. Part-time teaching of piano and harmony and, upon graduation, occasional concerts and lectures, proved only partial sources of livelihood. In terms of time and effort involved, the financial remuneration was disheartening. This induced within me searing self-doubt and dark moods of despondency. Adding to my dismal sense of inadequacy was the repeated experience of seeing my sisters and friends go off to exciting dates. How grateful I was for my piano, where—through Chopin, Brahms, and Beethoven—I could mingle my longing and seething energy with theirs. And where I could dissolve my frustration in the beauty and grandeur of their conceptions.
升入大学之后，我开始为生计而奔波。课余时间我教授钢琴及和声，临近毕业时还偶尔参加几次演奏会，做了几次讲座，可要维持生计光靠这些还是不够，与投入的时间和精力相比，它们在经济上的回报让人沮丧。这让我失去了自信和勇气，内心郁闷苦恼。眼看我的姐妹和伙伴们一次次兴高采烈地与人约会，我更觉消沉空虚。 所幸的是，还有钢琴陪我。我沸腾的渴望和激情在肖邦、贝多芬、勃拉姆斯那里得到了共鸣。我的挫败感在他们美妙壮丽的音乐构想中消散。
Then one day, I met a girl, a wonderful girl, an army nurse, whose faith and stability were to change my whole life. As our acquaintance ripened into friendship, she discerned, behind a shell of gaiety, my recurring plateaus of depression. She said, “Stop knocking on closed doors. Keep up your beautiful music. I know your opportunity will come. You’re trying too hard. Why don’t you relax, and have you ever tried praying?”
直到有一天，我遇见一位女孩，一位出色的女孩，这名随军护士的信念和执著将改变我的一生。我们日益熟稔，成为好友，她也慢慢察觉出我的快乐的外表之下内心却时常愁云密布。她对我说，“门已紧锁，敲有何用?坚持你的音乐梦想，我相信机会终将来临。你太辛苦了，何不放松一下——试试祷告如何?”
The idea was strange to me. It sounded too simple. Somehow, I had always operated on the premise that, if you wanted something in this world, you had to go out and get it for yourself. Yet, sincerity and hard work had yielded only meager returns, and I was willing to try anything. Experimentally, self-consciously, I cultivated the daily practice of prayer. I said: God, show me the purpose for which You sent me to this world. Help me to be of use to myself and to humanity.
祷告?我从未想到过，听起来太天真了。一直以来，我的行事准则都是，无论想得到什么都必须靠自己去努力争取。不过既然从前的热诚和辛劳回报甚微，我什么都愿意尝试一番。虽然有些不自在，我尝试着每天都祷告——“上帝啊，你将我送到世上，请告诉我你赐予我的使命。帮帮我，让我于人于己都有用处。”
In the years to follow, the answers began to arrive, clear and satisfying beyond my most optimistic anticipation. One of the answers was Enchanted Hills, where my nurse friend and I have the privilege of seeing blind children come alive in God’s out-of-doors. Others are the never-ending sources of pleasure and comfort I have found in friendship, in great music, and, most important of all, in my growing belief that as I attune my life to divine revelation, I draw closer to God and, through Him, to immortality.
在接下来的几年里，我得到了明确而满意的回答，超出了我最乐观的期望值。其中一个回答就是魔山盲人休闲营区。在那里，我和我的护士朋友每年都有幸看到失明 的孩子们在大自然的怀抱中是多么生气勃勃。除此之外，朋友们真挚的友谊以及美妙的音乐都给我带来无穷无尽的欢乐和慰藉。最重要的是，我越来越意识到，在我日复一日的祷告中，当我聆听上帝的启示之时，我正日益与他靠近，并通过他接近永恒。
附注：
作者：罗丝·雷斯尼克，于1934年毕业于亨特学院，之后又获得了加州大学的硕士学位，现为三藩市盲人康乐协会的执行主任。