Humbert: Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta:
亨伯特：洛丽塔，我的生命之光，我的欲念之火。我的罪恶，我的灵魂。洛丽塔
Humbert：Lolita.From here to that old car that you know so well is a stretch of 25 paces.Make those 25 steps with me.
亨勃特：洛丽塔，从这里到那个你熟悉的汽车只有25步的距离，走过这25步跟我在一起吧。
Humbert：I looked and looked at her and I knew,as clearly as I know that I will die,that I loved her more than anything I'd ever seen or imagined on earth.She was only dead leaf echo of the nymphet from from long ago...but I loved her,this Lolita,pale and polluted and big with another man's child.She could fade and wither.I didn't care.I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight other face
亨勃特：我看着她，看了又看，我知道就像我知道我必死无疑那样清楚，我是如此的爱她胜过我所看到的所能想象到的地球上的任何事物，她以前是一个妖女，现在却像一片枯叶，但是我爱她，这个洛丽塔苍白、臃肿、俗气、怀着别的男人的孩子，她可以褪色，可以枯萎，我不在乎，但我只要看她一眼，万般柔情，涌上心头。
Humbert：What I heard then was the melody of children at play.Nothing but that.And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side but the absence other voice from that chorus.
亨勃特：我听到了孩子们的欢声笑语，除此之外，没有别的，让我心灰意冷的并不是洛丽塔不在我身边，而是这里的欢笑声没有她的。
