词汇：hatred
n. 憎恨；怨恨；敌意
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- Remember, Hatred and anger hurt you more than anyone else. Drop these burdens from your life as soon as possible!>> Love your enemies
- Anger and hatred do nothing to improve our mood, whereas forgiveness always makes us feel fantastic. The gifts it brings are the greatest we can receive. try this.>> Love your enemies
- Shaking with emotions she doesn't understand... hatred, self-hatred, desperation. A strolling couple watch her pass. Shocked at the emotional display in public.>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
- Weak from the trip, he falls to the floor. The boys laugh, derisive in a language he cannot understand. He struggles to his feet, lifting his makeshift bags; staring at them in an icy hatred.>> The Godfather: Part II 教父2 1974 Movie Script
- His heart is full of hatred and revenge, it will not receive the enlightenment.>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
- Who would have thought... You'd repay his kindness with hatred!>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
- “Here, take him, I just helping him up,” he said. Only then he saw it was too late—the young man couldn’t stop coming and couldn’t stop hating, either. His eyes were wild with hatred. Deets felt a deep regret that he should be hated so by this thin boy when he meant no harm. He tried to sidestep, hoping to gain a moment so he could set the baby down and wrestle with the Indian and maybe calm him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I’m not interested in Ogallala,” Weaver said. “I’m interested in Red Cloud.” “We don’t know this Red Cloud,” Augustus said. “But if he’s much of a war chief you better hope you don’t catch him. I doubt an Indian would even consent to eat them ponies you’re riding. I never saw a worse-mounted bunch of men.” “Well, we’ve been out ten days, and it’s none of your concern,” Weaver said, trembling with indignation. Although Augustus was doing most of the talking, it was Call whom he looked at with hatred.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- It seemed to her, after a month of it, that she was carrying Bob away with those sheets; he had already lost much weightand every morning seemed a little thinner to her. The large body that had lain beside her so many nights, that had warmed her in the icy nights, that had covered her those many times through the years and given her five children, was dribbling away as offal, and there was nothing she could do about it. The doctors in Ogallala said Bob’s skull was fractured; you couldn’t put a splint on a skull; probably he’d die. And yet he wasn’t dead. Often when she was cleaning him, bathing his soiled loins and thighs with warm water, the stem of life between his legs would raise itself, growing as if a fractured skull meant nothing to it. Clara cried at the sight—what it meant to her was that Bob still hoped for a boy. He couldn’t talk or turn himself, and he would never beat another horse, most likely, but he still wanted a boy. The stem let her know it, night after night, when all she came in to do was clean the stains from a dying body. She would roll Bob on his side and hold him there for a while, for his back and legs were developing terrible bedsores. She was afraid to turn him on his belly for fear he might suffocate, but she would hold him on his side for an hour, sometimes napping as she held him. Then she would roil him back and cover him and go back to her cot, often to lie awake half the night, looking at the prairies, sad beyond tears at the ways of things. There Bob lay, barely alive, his ribs showing more every morning, still wanting a boy. I could do it, she thought—would it save him if I did? I could go through it one more time—the pregnancy, the fear, the sore nipples, the worry—and maybe it would be a boy. Though she had borne five children, she sometimes felt barren, lying on her cot at night. She felt she was ignoring her husband’s last wish—that if she had any generosity she would do it for him. How could she lie night after night and ignore the strange, mute urgings of a dying man, one who had never been anything but kind to her, in his clumsy way. Bob, dying, still wanted her to make a little Bob. Sometimes in the long silent nights she felt she must be going crazy to think about such things, in such a way. And yet she came to dread having to go to him at night; it became as hard as anything she had had to do in her marriage. It was so hard that at times she wished Bob would go on and die, if he couldn’t get well. The truth was, she didn’t want another child, particularly not another boy. Somehow she felt confident she could keep her girls alive—but she lacked that confidence where boys were concerned. She remembered too well the days of icy terror and restless pain as she listened to Jim cough his way to death. She remembered her hatred of, and helplessness before, the fevers that had taken Jeff and Johnny. Not again, she thought—I won’t live that again, even for you, Bob. The memory of the fear that had torn her as her children approached death was the most vivid of her life: she could remember the coughings, the painful breathing. She never wanted to listen helplessly to such again.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “This gun leaves a hole the size of a tunnel, Mr. Suggs,” Augustus said. “If you’d like to land in hell with a tunnel through you, just try me.” Dan quivered, his eyes popping with hatred. When Deets came over with some rawhide strings he snarled at him, baring his teeth. “Don’t you tie me, nigger boy,” he said. “I’ll not forget you if you do.” “You’re dying to try it, ain’t you?” Augustus said. “Go on. Try it. See what you look like with a tunnel through your ribs.” Dan held back, though he shook and snarled, while Deets tied him securely.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “We oughta go get them boys out of jail,” Roy Suggs said. “They might make good regulators.” “If a girl and one sheriff can take ’em, I wouldn’t want ’em,” Dan Suggs said. “Besides, I had some trouble with Jim once, myself. I’d go watch him hang, if I had time, damn him.” Their talk, it seemed, was mostly of killing. Even little Eddie, the youngest, claimed to have killed three men, two nesters and a Mexican. The rest of the outfit didn’t mention numbers, but Jake had no doubt that he was riding with accomplished killers. Dan Suggs seemed to hate everybody he knew—he spoke in the vilest language of everyone, but his particular hatred was cowboys. He had trailed a herd once and not done well with it, and it had left him resentful of those with better luck.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “If they don’t hang us, you better watch out for Jim,” Hutto said. “Jim hates to have anyone point a gun at him. He’s got a vengeful nature, too.” Jim did seem vengeful. His eyes were shining with hatred, and he was looking at the girl. The look was so hot that many men would have flinched from it, but the girl didn’t.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Blue Duck rode on through the high grass, never slowing, seldom looking back. She felt hatred growing, pushing through her fear. If she fell, he probably wouldn’t even stop. He only wanted her for his men. He didn’t care how much she hurt or how tired she was. He hadn’t cared to keep her saddle or even her saddle blanket, though the blanket would have kept the horse’s hard back from bruising her so. She felt like she had felt when she had tried to shoot Tinkersley. If she ever got a chance she would kill the man, in revenge for all the painful hours she had spent watching his indifferent back.Well before sundown they came to a broad riverbed with just a little thin ribbon of brown water visible across an expanse of reddish sand.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Mainly Fowler talked of Indians, for whom he had a pure hatred. He had been a buffalo hunter and had had many run-ins with them. When the buffalo ran out he began to traffic in whiskey. So far neither he nor any of his men had offered Elmira the slightest offense. It surprised her. They were a rough-looking bunch, and she had taken a big gamble in getting on the boat. No one in Fort Smith had seen her leave, as far as she knew, and the boatmen could have killed her and thrown her to the turtles without anyone’s being the wiser. The first few nights in her cubbyhole she had been wakeful and a little frightened, expecting one of the men to stumble in and fall on her. She waited, thinking it would happen—if it did, she would only have her old life back, which had been part of the point of leaving. She would stop being July Johnson’s wife, at least. It might be rough for a while, but eventually she would find Dee and life would improve.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- (beat) When Dawson and Downey went into Santiago's room that night, it wasn't because of vengeance or hatred, it wasn't to kill or harm, and it wasn't because they were looking for kicks on a Friday night. It's because it was what they were ordered to do.>> 好人寥寥 A Few Good Men Movie Script
- Suffering thousands of years of hatred doesn't make you decent.>> 慕尼黑Munich Movie Script
- 341. I've hatred for the hateful man's skates bought with prior private privilege.>> 800句帮助你记相似单词的句子
- Gordy's got his arm locked in a police chokehold aroundSelena's neck. Uses his weight to force the smallerwoman down onto her knees. Presses her harder, till she's sitting back on her legs. Selena can't drop out ofthe hold, and her legs are immobilized. All she can do is scratch. But Gordy's oblivious. They're alone in thecourtyard. Body to body. Head to head. He's pumpedwith fury and hatred. He tightens the chokehold. Hisses in her ear ->> 间接伤害 Collateral Damage Movie Script
- He's alone with his frustration, with his rekindled hatred and rage. OFF Gordy, glaring at the photo of TheWolf on his wall... 85 INT. AEROPUERTO EL DORADO (BOGOTA) - IMMIGRATION AND 85 CUSTOMS AREA - DAY Armed police lead Rottweilers through the newly-arrived passengers. FIND Gordy in line. He wears jeans, poloshirt, Timberlands, carries a backpack.>> 间接伤害 Collateral Damage Movie Script
- THE WOLF (V.O.) You thought you killed me. You didn't. I'm still here... We see Gordy's demeanor shift, retreating to theobsessive, seething hatred he showed before.>> 间接伤害 Collateral Damage Movie Script
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- I can't believe this is happen- ing. How could than man get up after you... Reese's tone is equal parts hatred and respect as he replies.>> 终结者The Terminator Movie Script
- I hate vice principals... but my true, pure, refined hatred... is reserved for guidance counselors.>> 我有话要说Pump Up the Volume Movie Script
- Mordred is fiIIed with hatred, trying to destroy those I Iove and trying to make his inheritance come faster.>> 伏魔神剑Camelot Movie Script
- INT. THE KING'S BEDCHAMBER - THE THREE MUSKETEERS are tidying everything up; they have Louis gagged and trussed up hand and foot, his eyes flashing hatred.>> 铁面人 The Man in the Iron Mask Movie Script
- I was so lost in hatred and revenge.>> 沉睡魔咒 Maleficent Movie Script