词汇：loved
v. 热爱（love的过去分词）
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- I always loved this a**hole!>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- Glen loved these men... and they loved him right back.>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- He was loved by the men and women who served under him.>> 战争机器 War Machine (2017) Movie Script
- You can sit and watch If you can keep your mouth shut "Alexander) was like a son to me)" I loved it He was very intelligent, sincere, but it was a bit disrespectful I expected that this type of It was a great feeling But I did not know what to do next But one day when they take the money I have nothing left of any sense of fun ...You know what, I applied the legal system ...March, when a man with my wife sex I killed him and killed her, but they are out two Nzivan ...Crimes of passion as it is called But my passion involving everything I own These men, they represent me So any person who steals the Mona kill him ... And kill his wife and his children and his mother ...It is also possible to kill a family doctor If a surgeon is well So has taken me something May be paid for non-MFS ! Spiritual This is something stupid like you will never understand He will not come, right?>> 致命伴旅 The Tourist (2010) Movie Script
- It all started since I met a woman "On the train coming from the" Paris This is really cool - No, no - Istahptny have to own the hotel ! Wonderful - No, no - ...I was involved with a man she loved Sorry to hear this - I know - ...Anyway This man was no story There are some people from those trying to kill him And how do you know this? - Because they tried to kill me - They tried to kill you? - For - Because they thought I was somewhat (I admire you Mr. (Tupelo - I also admire you, sir - But I do not understand anything of what I said . Come with me Where to take me, sir?>> 致命伴旅 The Tourist (2010) Movie Script
- I've always loved French food, it's delicious!>> 2024-02 stunt double 特技替身
- Because my loved ones are gone, my family is already lost.>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
- "Your navel is a bowl Well-rounded with no lack of wine. " "Your belly, a heap of wheat Surrounded with lilies. " "Your breasts... " "... clusters of grapes. " "Your breath, sweet-scented as apples. " Nobody's gonna love you the way I loved you.>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
- "We wish to inform you that following the sale of the Beth Israel Cemetery... " Yeah, the synagogue sent these out if you wanted to relocate your loved ones.>> 美国往事Once Upon a Time in America Movie Script
- PRINCE HUMPERDINCK HUMPERDINCK: My father's final words were "love her as I loved her, and there will be joy." I present to you your Queen. Queen Buttercup.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- BUTTERCUP: I have loved more deeply than a killer like yourself could ever dream.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- I loved my father, so, naturally, challenged his murderer to a duel ... I failed ... (MORE) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 29.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- GRANDFATHER: (off-screen) And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.>> The Princess Bride Movie Script
- He rode the dun into Lonesome Dove late on a day in August, only to be startled by the harsh clanging of the dinner bell, the one Bolivar had loved to beat with the broken crowbar. The sound made him feel that he rode through a land of ghosts. He felt lost in his mind and wondered if all the boys would be there when he got home.
八月的一天晚些时候，他骑着dun进入Lonesome Dove，却被晚餐铃的刺耳叮当声吓了一跳，这是玻利瓦尔喜欢用折断的撬棍敲打的。这声音让他觉得自己仿佛穿越了一片鬼地。他感到心绪不宁，不知道回家时是否所有的男孩都在那里。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- “I can’t forget no promise to a friend,” Call said. “Though I do agree it’s foolish and told him so myself.” “People lose their minds over things like this,” Clara said. “Gus was all to that girl. Who’ll help me, if she loses hers?” Dish wanted to say that he would, but couldn’t get the words out. The sight of Lorie, standing in grief, made him so unhappy that he wished he’d never set foot in the town of Lonesome Dove. Yet he loved her, though he could not approach her.
“我不能忘记对朋友的承诺，”Call说。“虽然我确实同意这很愚蠢，我自己也告诉过他。”“人们对这样的事情会失去理智，”克拉拉说。“格斯就是那个女孩的全部。如果她输了，谁来帮我？”Dish想说他会的，但说不出来。看到洛里悲伤地站着，他非常不高兴，真希望自己从来没有踏足过孤独的鸽子镇。然而，他爱她，虽然他不能接近她。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- “So you’re doing it, are you, Mr. Call?” Clara said, when she saw him. She had a look of scorn in her eyes, which puzzled him, since he was merely carrying out the request of the man who had loved her for so long. Of course Dish had told her that Gus wanted his body taken to Texas.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “He didn’t get my attention,” Lorena said. “He didn’t get anything.” “And Gus did the same and got everything,” Clara said. “Gus was lucky and Dish isn’t.” “I ain’t either,” Lorena said.Clara offered no advice. A few days later, when she was sewing, Lorena came and stood in front of her. She looked no better. “Why did you ask me to stay, when it was you Gus loved?” she asked. “Why didn’t you ask him to stay? If you had he’d be alive.” Clara shook her head. “He loved us both,” she said, “but Gus would never miss an adventure. Not for you or me or any other woman. No one could have kept him home. He was a rake and a rambler, though you’d have kept him longer than I could have.” Lorena didn’t believe it. She remembered how often Gus had talked of Clara. Of course it no longer mattered—nothing like that mattered anymore, and yet she couldn’t keep her mind from turning to it.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Dish loved you and took the only way he had to get your attention,” Clara said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “No,” Clara said. “You. would have had a little more time, I grant you, but now you’d be stuck in Montana with a bunch of men who don’t care that you loved Gus. They’d want you to love them. Dish wants it so much that he rode to you through the blizzards.” The thought of Dish merely made Lorena feel cold. “He wasted his time,” she said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Clara felt no terrible stab of grief when the news of Gus’s death came. The years had kept them too separate. It had beena tremendous joy to see him when he visited—to realize that he still loved her, and that she still enjoyed him. She liked his tolerance and his humor, and felt an amused pride in the thought that he still put her above other women, despite all the years since they had first courted.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She sat silently, not watching, while July sat just as silently. He could not help but wish that Dish Boggett had got lost in Wyoming or had somehow gone on to Texas. Hardly a day passed without him seeing what he thought were signs that Clara was taken with the man. Sooner or later, when Dish gave up on Lorena, he would be bound to notice. July felt helpless—there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes he sat near Lorena, feeling that he had more in common with her than with anyone else at the ranch. She loved a dead man, he a woman who hardly noticed him. But whatever they had in common didn’t cause Lorena to so much as look his way. Lorena looked more beautiful than ever, but it was a grave beauty since news of the death had come. Only the young girl, Betsey, who loved Lorena completely, could occasionally bring a spark of life to her eyes. If Betsey was ill, Lorena nursed her tirelessly, taking her into her own bed and singing to her. They read stories together, Betsey doing the reading. Lorena could only piece out a few words—the sisters planned to teach her reading, but knew it would have to wait until she felt better.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Cholo was watching her to see if she was hurt. He loved Clara completely and tried in small ways to make life easier for her, although he had concluded long before that she wasn’t seeking ease. Often in the morning when she came down to the lots she would be somber and would stand by the fence for an hour, not saying a word to anyone. Other times there would be something working in her that scared the horses. He thought of Clara as like the clouds. Sometimes the small black clouds would pour out of the north; they seemed to roll over and over as they swept across the sky, like tumbleweeds. On some mornings things rolled inside Clara, and made her tense and snappish. She could do nothing with the horses on days like that. They became as she was, and Cholo would try gently to persuade her that it was not a good day to do the work. Other days, her spirit was quiet and calm and the horses felt that too. Those were the days they made progress training them.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- At dawn Clara went out and took Cholo some coffee. He had finished digging and was sitting on the mound of earth that would soon cover Bob. Walking toward the ridge in the early sunlight, Clara had the momentary sense that they were all watching her, the boys and Bob. The vision lasted a second; it was Cholo who was watching her. It was windy, and the grass waved over the graves of her three boys—four now, she felt. In memory Bob seemed like a boy to her also. He had aboyish innocence and kept it to the end, despite the strains of work and marriage in a rough place. It often irritated her, that innocence of his. She had felt it to be laziness—it left her alone to do the thinking, which she resented. Yet she had loved it, too. He had never been a knowing man in the way that Gus was knowing, or even Jake Spoon. When she decided to marry Bob, Jake, who was a hothead, grew red in the face and proceeded to throw a fit. It disturbed him terribly that she had chosen someone he thought was dumb. Gus had been better behaved, if no less puzzled. She remembered how it pleased her to thwart them—to make them realize that her measure was different from theirs. “I’ll always know where he is,” she told Gus. It was the only explanation she ever offered.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- So she walked into the room. Betsey had just won a hand. She whooped, for she loved to beat her sister. She was a beautiful child, with curls that would drive men mad some day. “I won the pot, Ma,” she said, and then saw by the grave set of Clara’s face that something was wrong.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She covered Bob with a clean sheet and went downstairs. Lorena was teaching the girls to play cards. They were playing poker for buttons. Clara stood in the shadows, wishing she didn’t have to interrupt their fun. Why interrupt it for a death that couldn’t be helped? And yet death was not something you could ignore. It had its weight. It was a dead man lying upstairs, not a man who was sick. It seemed to her she had better not form the practice of ignoring death. If she tried it, death would find a way to answer back—it would take another of her loved ones, to remind her to respect it.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇