19.11.2010

Sofía: I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats.


Vanilla Sky, 2001

14.11.2010

Joel: I can't see anything that I don't like about you.
Clementine: But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.
Joel: Okay.
Clementine: [pauses] Okay

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004

8.11.2010

Iris: I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

The Holiday, 2006

28.5.2010

Scarlett: Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar.

Gone with the wind, 1939

02.05.2010

Minister: Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.

Synecdoche, New York (2008)

23.4.2010

Iris: I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.

The Holiday, 2006

3.4.2010

Jean-Dominique Bauby: A poet once said, "Only a fool laughs when nothing's funny"

Le scaphandre et le papillon, 2007

28.3.2010

Virginia Woolf: Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

The Hours, 2002.

24.3.2010

"Iris: Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you.

Miles: Exactly, and on top of that there's the old standby, I can't believe a girl like that would actually be with a guy like me."

The Holiday (2006)

7.3.2010

GIRL
Have I seen you before?

TOM
I, uh, don’t know. I don't think so.

GIRL
Do you go to St. Patrick’s? Not to pray or anything but to stand outside?

TOM
I do! I love that church. It’s like my favorite structure in the city.

GIRL
If only it wasn’t near that horrible mirrored thing...

TOM
Yes! Exactly. I totally agree!

GIRL
Yeah.
I think I’ve seen you there.

TOM
You have? Really? Hmm. I didn’t see you.

GIRL
It happens. You probably weren’t looking.

(...)

NARRATOR
If Tom had learned anything... it was that you can’t ascribe great
cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That’s
all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence.


500 days of summer, 2009

Christopher McCandless: I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth.

Into the wild, 2007

06 jan 2010

Dean Drummond: Baby, high school's over.
Prudie Drummond: High school's never over.

O clube de leitura de Jane Austen, 2007.