Question

星运里的错感人台词

Answer 1

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 I
was 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

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Answer 2

She’s beautiful.You don’t get tired of looking at her.You never worry if she is smarter than you:You know SHE IS.
I LOVE HER,I AM SO LUCKY TO LOVE HER.♥️
Isaac说的When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on,I will tell the scientist to screw off,because I DO NOT WANT TO SEE A WORLD WITHOUT HIM.
Augustus说的I'll fight it. I’ll fight it for you.Don’t you worry about me,Hazel Grace. I’m okay.I’ll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

Answer 3

敬美好的人生，hanzel，好吗?好的。世界不是实现愿望的工厂。

Answer 4

Maybe she wasn't losed widely.but she loved deeply.

Answer 5

If you want the rainbow you have to deal with the rain.
想要彩虹，得经历一场大雨。

Pain demands to be felt.
痛苦要求被感觉到。

Sometimes people don't understand the promises that they're making when they make them.
有时候，人们许诺时并没有真懂自己许的诺言。

He puts the killing thing in his mouth but he doesn't actually give it the power to kill him.
把致命的东西叼在口中，却不给它伤害的力量。

I love you.And I know that love is just a shout into the void and that oblivion is inevitable.And that we're all doomed and that one day all of our labors will be returned to dust.And I know that the sun will swallow the only Earth we will ever have.And I am in love with you.
我爱你，我知道爱如同对空虚呐喊，而且它必然会被遗忘，我们的命运已注定，有一天所有的辛苦都会化为灰烬，我也知道太阳会吞没唯一的地球，但我还是爱你。

It's difficult in times like these.It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals.They seem so absurd and impractical yet I cling to them because I still believe in spite of everything,that people are truly good at heart.
这是个艰难的时期，奇妙的是我并没有抛弃所有的理想，那些理想看似荒唐又不切实际，然而我紧握不放，因为我仍相信，不管怎样，人性还是善良的。
注：选自《安妮日记》1944.7.15

I long to ride a bike,dance,whistle,look at the world,feel young and know that I'm free.
我渴望骑脚踏车，跳舞，吹口哨，看这个世界，感受年轻与自由。
注：选自《安妮日记》1943.12.24

All is as it should be.God wishes to see people happy.Where there is hope there is life.
一切都是理所当然的，上帝希望见到人们开心，有希望的地方就有生命。
注：选自《安妮日记》1344.2.23

As such moments I can't think about the misery but about the beauty that still remains.Try to recapture the happiness within yourself.Think of all the beauty in everything around you and be happy.
在这样的时刻，我无法想到痛苦，反而想到仍然存在的美好，试着珍藏自己的幸福，想想你周围的一切美好的事物，保持愉快。
注：选自《安妮日记》1944.3.7

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have a say in who hurts you.
你无从选择在世上是否受到伤害，但你能选择谁来伤害你。