星运里的错感人台词
在Gus的提前葬礼上，Hazel给他写的悼词：“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have . . .” I started crying. “Okay, how not to cry. How am I—okay. Okay.”I took a few breaths and went back to the page. “I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”和最后Gus留给Hzael的信：Van Houten,I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time—and from what I saw, you have plenty—I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.I want to leave a mark.But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless—epically useless in my current state—but I am an animal like any other.Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second Iwas a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.I do, Augustus.I do.这两段我认为是本书最感人的部分请采纳
星运里的错感人台词
在Gus的提前葬礼上，Hazel给他写的悼词：“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have . . .” I started crying. “Okay, how not to cry. How am I—okay. Okay.”I took a few breaths and went back to the page. “I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”和最后Gus留给Hzael的信：Van Houten,I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time—and from what I saw, you have plenty—I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.I want to leave a mark.But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless—epically useless in my current state—but I am an animal like any other.Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second Iwas a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.I do, Augustus.I do.这两段我认为是本书最感人的部分请采纳
《星运里的错》中歌曲oblivion的歌词翻译，中文的
谢谢
When you fall asleep with your head upon my shoulder当你头枕着我的肩膀，静静地陷入了酣眠When you*re in my arms but you*ve gone somewhere deeper虽然你还依偎在我怀里，但你的心却早已不知所踪Are you going to age with grace?时光流逝，你慢慢老去，你会否满怀感激
Are you going to age without mistakes?时光流逝，你慢慢老去，你能否心无悔恨
Are you going to age with grace?时光流逝，你慢慢老去，你会否满怀感激
Only to wake and hide your face抑或幡然悔悟，隐姓埋名苟且偷生When oblivion is calling out your name当已经被我们遗忘的时光想要唤醒你的回忆，You always take it further than I ever can你却已然离去太远，无法像我一样忆起往昔
When you play it hard当你努力奋然前行And I try to follow you there我也将你紧紧跟随It*s not about control我并没有为你心陷沉迷But I turn back when I see where you go只要等我看清你前行的路，我便会转身回返Are you going to age with grace?时光流逝，你慢慢老去，你会否满怀感激
Are you going to leave a path to trace?你是否会留下一点蛛丝马迹以便让我追随
When oblivion is calling out your name当已经被我们遗忘的时光想要唤醒你的回忆，You always take it further than I ever can你却已然离去太远，无法像我一样忆起往昔
When oblivion is calling out your name当已经被我们遗忘的时光想要唤醒你的回忆，You always take it further than I ever can你却已然离去太远，无法像我一样忆起往昔
When oblivion is calling out your name当已经被我们遗忘的时光想要唤醒你的回忆，You always take it further than I ever can你却已然离去太远，无法像我一样忆起往昔
星运里的错讲了什么呢 结局好吗 值得看吗
那句台词我感觉很熟悉，但是记不起来在哪里看过了。
给你推荐部电影吧《星运里的错》
yes or no 里全部台词 谢谢
PIE：如果可以的话 最好给我保持安静 KIM：那…我可以唱歌吗
PIE：如果你觉得唱得好听 那么小声一点 KIM：喔哦 喔哦 哦~~~- 0- PIE：这么唱还不如给我闭嘴!!! - -+ 西瓜男：小讷会为她倾倒
大楼倒塌她也纹丝不动 你夸张了 >.< PIE：我也不是鹊桥 帮追她的牛郎 小3：真漂亮 这叫什么
0_,0 KIM：一见钟情 - 0- 小3：这就钟情了吗
（眼冒红心 *.*） PIE:你还知道回宿舍的路怎么走吗
-3- KIM：别像鲭鱼 卷着身体 摆着臭脸 噗哧噗哧……（哈哈这句只有KIM唱出来才好玩） KIM：进巷子 走出巷子……5分钟 天黑了……（你懂的- -
） KIM:好棒啊
你凶到水池的灯都灭掉了 PIE:你要我凶到全校都停电吗
咻…… （哈哈 全校停电 ） （这段我想起了和美牙= =） KIM： 如果我喜欢一个人，就会喜欢和她聊天 和她一起玩， 和她在一起 但是如果她是女生， 我就会变成T 是吗
如果是这样 吗
小佩 我还是喜欢玩游戏 喜欢做鸡肉烩饭 喜欢我以前喜欢的所有事情 这些不变又有谁能看得到
他们只看见你是个T KIM：lalaipo （一见、钟情的泰语发音0 0） PIE：我更愿意亲热来污染你们的视线 西瓜男：我们就算恶心 和你们相比 简直是小巫见大巫 inn姨：这种事是来自你的心 并不是你的外表 别让外表影响你自己 你只需要看清你的心 仔细想想 你需要的到底是什么之后才不会遗憾 PIE：如果我不是别人，那我是谁
PIE：妈妈说 当我们，就像有一百只蝴蝶在肚中翩翩起舞，然后就会飞着飞着 飞到了这里（PIE指着心自己的心脏） KIM：爸爸说 妈妈是他的唯一的爱人，当妈妈不在了，他就不会再爱上谁了，他还告诉我，爱情是没办法转移的，你爱上谁 就是谁了 KIM：如果有一天 我…真的喜欢上女生。
你还会当我是朋友吗
KIM：不分我点吗
这东西怎么能分 KIM：看你的心要不要分 KIM：小佩说过 如果我真的是T 绝对很受欢迎 会迷倒很多女生-_,-（KIM真聪明0 0） 万恶爪鸡：对不起 您拨打的电话- - KIM：我并不想要你的关心 我什么都不想要 我为你做的事是因为我想做 我知道你不喜欢 我知道 我知道再怎么努力也是不对 木讷的小讷：失恋后 有百分之五十的笨蛋喜欢用自(河蟹）沙博取同情 KIM：爱情 没有那么简单 否则世界上的每一个人 早就找到幸福了 纸条菌：等小佩足够勇敢 我们就一起翩翩起舞 PIE：你怎么敢把女朋友的照片丢在房间里 0 0
PIE： KIM，对不起 我害怕，我很迷惑 我什么都害怕 我怕妈妈生气，怕朋友取笑，怕别人异样的目光 但是现在我知道了 如果我还在害怕，我就会失去你，我不想失去你 已经 是吗
没关系，我可能来得太迟了 KIM： PIE谢谢你，谢谢你，敢和我相爱 PIE： 妈妈 您还记得您告诉过我 肚子里一百只蝴蝶的事吗
我已经知道 那种感觉到底是什么样的 妈妈 这是爱吗
也爱文哥 但是我没有蝴蝶 我没办法随蝴蝶翩翩起舞 妈妈 您能给我一次机会吗
给我感受到的这份爱一次机会 我想知道这是不是真的 我想知道爱情会不会让我遍体鳞伤 我不想这辈子都带着这个疑问 我想寻找我自己的答案 妈妈 我爱您
KIM爸：斗鱼也能统治天下
全城皆斗鱼 0_,0
