《请回答1988》中，最让你感动的截图或台词是什么
最经典的台词，是最后五人聚餐时，正焕拿出戒子，对德善告白后的那句话：啊，开玩笑啦
求《你的名字》所有经典，催泪，感人语录
1.只要记住你的名不管你在世界的哪个地 ，我一定会，去见你。
新海诚《你的名字》2.描笔接一笔，白色的素描本上渐渐萌生黑意。
即便如此，还无法照准记忆中的风景。
——新海诚《你的名字》3.你会哭着笑，笑着哭，是因为你的心，早已超越了自己啊。
——新海诚《你的名字》4.清晨 醒来的时候 不知道自己为什么会哭 时常会有这样的情况 做过的梦总回想不起 只是 只是 一种有什么要消失的丧失感 即使醒来后 也一直存在 我一直在寻找 寻找着某个人 陷入这种情绪 应该是从那天开始的 那天 彗星划过天空的那天 那就像 就像梦幻一般的景色一般 那真是 无与伦比 美到极致的景色——新海诚《你的名字》5.重要的人，不想忘记的人，绝对不能忘的人，就算我不记得你的名字，我也会一直一直拼命的寻找你——新海诚《你的名字》6.醒来的时候 不知道自己为什么哭 时常会有的事情 做过的梦总是回想不起 只是 一种有什么消失的丧失感——新海诚《你的名字》7.沙子崩塌以后，也有唯一不会消失的沙块，那就是寂寞。
我了解了，这个瞬间我知道了。
之后残存于我心中的，只会有这个感情。
像是被人强行塞给的负重，我怀抱着寂寞。
什么。
突然我就这样强气的想道。
世界如果是如此残酷的地方的话，我会带着这唯一的寂寞，用全身全灵活给这个世界看。
带着这唯一的感情永远的挣扎下去。
即使相隔天涯，即使再也见不到面，我会挣扎。
永远不可能向这个世界妥协。
时间，我只是强烈的怀抱着想要和神明较劲的想法，连自己忘却了这件事，都马上忘却了。
所以我在这样感情的奔流下，最后一次，大声向夜空喊道。
“你的，名字是
”——新海诚《你的名字》8.聚拢，成形，捻转，回绕，时而返回，暂歇，再联结。
这就是组纽。
这就是时间。
这就是结。
——新海诚《你的名字》9.从现在开始，我将追寻你的名字。
——新海诚《你的名字》
七月与安生经典台词有哪些 感人对白语录盘点大全
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
发那种经典电影台词截图时，如何配字
我一直以为自己赢了，直到有一天看着镜子，才知道自己输了，在我最美好的时间，我最喜欢的人也不在我身边。
如果时间可以重新开始该多好。
----------《东邪西毒》这是我最喜欢的
