Juliet & Romeo ♥

A glooming peace this morning with it brings:

The sun for sorrow will not show his head.

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.

Some shall be pardoned, and some punished,

For never was a story of more woe that this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Romeo + Juliet (1996) by Baz Luhrmann

Sam & Andrew ♥

So what if you catch me, where would we land?
In somebody's life forsaking his hands.
Sing to me hope as she's thrown on the sand.
All of your works are rated again.
Where to go?

You know I love you.
You know I love you .
I want you oh so much.

Garden State (2004) by Zach Braff

La Dame aux Camélias (1848) Alexandre Dumas fils

La dama de las camelias (primera publicación en 1848) es una novela firmada por Alejandro Dumas (hijo). Esta obra está inspirada en un hecho real de la vida de Alejandro relativo a un romance con Marie Duplessis joven cortesana de París que mantuvo distintas relaciones con grandes personajes de la vida social. La novela pertenece al movimiento literario que se conocería como Realismo, siendo de las primeras que formarían parte de la transición del romanticismo.

La novela está ambientada en París, y otros lugares campiranos cercanos. Podríamos ubicarla alrededor de 1840, bajo la monarquía de Luis Felipe de Orléans. La Duración de la trama es de aproximadamente tres años, aunque sólo durante un año existe acción. La obra comienza con los funerales de Margarita Gautier, protagonista de la obra.

Los principales temas de la novela son: la prostitución reflejada en la vida de la protagonista Margarita Gautier, sus costumbres y amistades. Por otro lado encontramos la abnegación en diversos actos de la protagonista, sobre todo con respecto a su amor por Armando Duval.

También la obra critica los prejuicios sociales, que radican en el rechazo social de aceptar a Margarita, principalmente se representan en el padre de Armando Duval, quien le exige sacrificios. Por último, encontramos en menor medida, los celos y la venganza en el personaje de Armando Duval.

Coexisten dos narradores en la novela, por una parte un Narrador editor quien conoce al narrador protagonista, Armando Duval. Está escrita en un lenguaje sencillo y estructurada en veintisiete capítulos sin títulos.

Personajes principales:

• Margarita Gautier (La Dama de las Camelias): Es la protagonista, enamorada de Armando Duval, sin familia, es una chica cortesana del rey, está relacionada con muchos caballeros, entre los que destacan el Duque y el conde. Nació en el campo, pero abandonó a su familia para vivir en París, donde se destacaría por su vida licenciosa y sus grandes gastos, además de por siempre estar acompañada de un ramo de camelias; era una joven muy hermosa, pero bastante enfermiza. Aunque parece adolecer de superficialidad, con el avance de la obra se presenta como una mujer enamorada, sencilla y sobre todo abnegada. Se enamora de Armando Duval, primero condicionándole que le dejara vivir como le pareciera y portándose obediente ante sus mandatos, pero termina por abandonar todas sus costumbres licenciosas para vivir de forma estable con Armando Duval. Sin embargo, el padre de éste le rogaría que deje a su hijo, lo que constituiría su último sacrificio. Regresa a su vida licenciosa, simplemente para acelerar su penosa y solitaria muerte, causada por la tisis, que venía arrastrando desde hacía tiempo.

• Armando Duval: Joven que se enamora de Margarita. Desde el primer encuentro la amó a escondidas, y fue el primero en preocuparse por la salud de la joven, gracias a lo que obtuvo su amor. Nunca aceptaría en su totalidad la condición de Margarita, aunque durante cierto período toleró vivir con el dinero de los otros amantes de la hermosa joven. Finalmente lograría que ella abandone su vida licenciosa, pero posteriormente al verse abandonado y sentirse traicionado, cortejaría a Olimpia, otra mujer de condición semejante, con el único objetivo de hacerle daño a su verdadero amor. Luego se enteraría que el “engaño” de Margarita era sólo otra prueba de su amor, lo que lo dejaría desolado.

Dios es justo e inflexible

Querido Armand: He recibido su carta, y doy gracias a Dios porque está usted bien.

Sí, amigo mío, yo estoy enferma, y de una de esas enfermedades que no perdonan; pero el interés que aún se toma usted por mí disminuye mucho mis sufrimientos. Sin duda ya no viviré el tiempo suficiente para tener la suerte de estrechar la mano que ha escrito la bondadosa carta que acabo de recibir, y teas palabras me curarían, si algo pudiera curarme. Ya no lo veré más, pues estoy a un paso de la muerte y a usted lo separan de mí centenares de leguas. ¡Pobre amigo mío! Su Marguerite de antaño está muy cambiada, y quizá es preferible que no vuelva a verla antes que verla como está. Me pregunta usted si lo perdono. ¡Oh, de todo corazón, amigo mío, pues el daño que usted quiso hacerme no era más que una prueba del amor que me tenía! Llevo un mes en la cama, y tengo en tanta estima su aprecio, que todos los días escribo el diario de mi vida desde el momento de nuestra separación hasta el momento en que ya no tenga fuerzas para escribir.

Si su interés por mí es verdadero, Armand, a su regreso vaya a casa de Julie Duprat.

Ella le entregará este diario. En él encontrará la razón y la disculpa de lo que ha pasado entre nosotros. Julie es muy buena conmigo; a menudo las dos juntas charlamos de usted.

Estaba aquí cuando llegó su carta, y lloramos al leerla.

En caso de que no me dé usted noticias suyas, ella queda encargada de enviarle estos papeles a su llegada a Francia. No me lo agradezca. Este volver todos los días sobre los únicos momentos felices de mi villa me hace un bien enorme, y, si usted va a encontrar en su lectura la disculpa del pasado, yo encuentro en ella un continuo alivio.

Quisiera dejarle algo para que me tuviera usted siempre en su recuerdo, pero todo lo que hay en la casa está embargado y nada me pertenece.

¿Comprende usted, amigo mío? Voy a morir, y desde mi dormitorio oigo andar por el salón al vigilante que mis acreedores han puesto allí para que nadie se lleve nada ni me quede nada en caso de que no muriera. Espero que aguarden hasta el final para subastarlo.

¡Oh, qué despiadados son los hombres! No, me equivoco, es mejor decir que Dios es justo e inflexible.

Pues bien, querido mío, venga usted a la subasta y compre cualquier cosa, pues, si apartara yo el menor objeto para usted y se enterasen, serían capaces de denunciarlo por ocultación de objetos embargados.

¡Qué vida tan triste la que dejo!

¡Si Dios permitiera que volviera a verlo antes de morir! Según todas las probabilidades, adiós, amigo mío; perdóneme que no le escriba una carta más larga, pero los que dicen que van a curarme me agotan con sangrías, y mi mano se niega a escribir más.

Marguerite GAUTIER

La Dame aux camélias (1848) Alexandre Dumas fils

I want you and just you

Sometimes all I really want to do is sit beside you. I want to watch cheesy and crappy movies with you, and we will laugh at them together. I want to plan things with you, things we’ll never do, but for some reason just planning them with you is fine with me. I want to talk to you about everything and anything. I want to goof around with you and make jokes that aren’t funny but we’ll laugh nonetheless.

I just want to fall in love with you over and over and maybe at one point we’ll get tired of each other, but until then, I want you, and just you.

Summer Finn & Tom Hansen ♥

They made a statue of us

And it put it on a mountain top

Now tourists come and stare at us

Blow bubbles with their gum

Take photographs have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us

And later say it's all our fault

500 days of summer (2009) by Marc Webb

The system is weak

You are so beautiful, do rude things tome please, I beg you.

I want to be with you until the sun falls from the sky.

The system is weak we are the strong ones

Anyone can give up, it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that’s true strength.

I miss you eve when you’re around.

I look into your eyes and I see milky ways, stars, galaxys, clouds, cosmic love

You are precious and please die with your penis inside of me

I’ll kiss you at every stop light

Every time I laugh, I hope he’s watching. It is not because I want him to see me happy, but because maybe just maybe he will fall for my smile as hard as I fell for his.

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

Every life has one true-love snapshot.

He is the cheese to my macaroni.

I’m scared because there’s only one of you.

I’m not telling you it is going to be easy, I’m telling you it’s going to be worth it.

So what happened after he climbed up the tower and rescued her? She rescued him right back.

I still talk to you when you’re not around.

None, but people of strong passion are capable of rising to greatness.

It’s always too soon to quit.

For a second, I wondered whether kissing her would break the spell we both were under, but it was too late to stop. And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.

I need these!

The past...

Barbie & Ken ♥

Ken: Okay, now you start.

Barbie: I...

Ken: love...

Barbie: you! Oh!

Ken: See? That time I said "love"! Okay, now me first.

Barbie: Ooh! Okay okay okay...

Ken: I...

Barbie: love...

Ken: you! You see what I mean? It changes every time!

Barbie: [laughing] You are so smart!

Toy Story 3 (2010) by Pixar/Disney

Favorite Male Actors

Clementine Kruczynski & Joel Barish ♥

Change your heart, look around you

Change your heart, it will astound you

I need your lovin' like the sunshine

Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) by Michel Gondry

The Virgin Suicides (1999) by Sofia Coppola

Doctor: What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.

Cecilia: Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.

The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.

Have we photosynthesized our breakfast today?

I baked a pie full of rat poison. I though I could eat it, you know, without being suspicious. My nana, who is 86... she really likes sweets. She had three pieces.

We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

She was the still point of the turning world, man.

What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality.

No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, could produce such beautiful creatures.

Lux lost it over Kevin Haynes, the garbageman. She'd wake up at 5 in the morning and lay about on the front porch like it wasn't completely obvious! She wrote his name in marker in all her bras and underwear and mum found them and bleached out all the Kevins. Lux has been crying on her bed all day.

What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn't leave our minds but they were slipping away. The color of their eyes was fading along with the exact locations... of moles and dimples. From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows. We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.

When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly.

Favorite Female Actors

Como agua para chocolate (1989) de Laura Esquivel

En 1669, Brandt, químico de Hamburgo, buscando la piedra filosofal descubrió el fósforo. Él creía que al unir el extracto de la orina con un metal conseguirla transmutarlo en oro. Lo que obtuvo fue un cuerpo luminoso por sí mismo, que ardía con una vivacidad desconocida hasta entonces. Por mucho tiempo se obtuvo el fósforo calcinando fuertemente el residuo de la evaporación de la orina en una retorta de tierra cuyo cuello se sumergía en el agua. Hoy se extrae de los huesos de los animales, que contienen ácido fosfórico y cal.

Mi abuela, Luz del amanecer, una india Kikapoo, decía que todos nacemos con una caja de fósforos en nuestro interior y que no los podemos encender nosotros solos. Necesitamos, como en este experimento, del oxígeno y de la ayuda de una vela. Sólo que en nuestro caso, el oxígeno debe provenir por ejemplo del aliento de la persona amada. La luz de la vela puede ser cualquier cosa, una melodía, una palabra, una caricia, un sonido. Algo que dispare el detonador y encienda una de las cerillas.

Cada persona tiene entonces que descubrir cuáles son sus detonadores para poder vivir, ya que la combustión que se realiza al encenderse uno de ellos, es lo que nutre de energía al alma. Si no hay detonador para los fósforos entonces la caja de cerillas se humedece y ya nunca podremos encender uno solo de ellos.

Si eso llega a pasar el alma huye de nuestro cuerpo, camina errante por las tinieblas más profundas tratando vanamente de encontrar alimento por sí misma, ignorante de que sólo el cuerpo que ha dejado inerme, lleno de frío, es el único que podría dárselo.

Por eso hay que permanecer alejados de personas que tengan un aliento gélido. Su sola presencia podría apagar el fuego más intenso. Mientras más distancia tomemos de estas personas, será más fácil protegernos de su soplo. El alma desea integrarse al lugar donde proviene, dejando al cuerpo inerte.

Hay muchas maneras de poner a secar una caja de cerillas húmeda. Se puede estar seguro que sí tiene remedio, claro que también es muy importante encender las cerillas una por una, ya que si por una intensa emoción llegamos a encender todas de un solo golpe, se produce un resplandor tan fuerte que aparece ante nuestros ojos un túnel, esplendoroso, que nos muestra el camino que olvidamos al nacer y que a la vez nos llama a reencontrar nuestro perdido origen divino.

Carrie White & Tommy Ross ♥

It’s just not true, couldn’t ask for anymore than you

Because you look at me as though I’m beautiful Could it be that you want me
I never dreamed someone like you could want someone like me

I’m not sure but the more that it’s real the more it’s right. Hoo-ooh, what a night
It’s as though we’ve been lovers all of our lives

Carrie (1976) by David Carson

Vanilla Sky (2001) by Cameron Crowe

I think she's the saddest girl to ever to hold a martini.

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

Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.

Even in my dreams, I'm an idiot who knows he's about to wake up to reality.

Holy God. This is going to change my life in a zillion different ways. I must be nuts.

This is a revolution of the mind.

Don't you know that when you sleep with someone, your body makes a promise whether you do or not.

Just remember, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour, and I know the sour.

What is any life without the pursuit of a dream?

See, I've got this little problem. I've got a stalker.

Look at us. I'm frozen and you're dead, and I love you.

But I just think good things will happen, if you are a good person with a good attitude, don't you think?

It's been a brilliant journey of self-awakening. And now you've simply got to ask yourself this: What is happiness to you, David?

These? These are more than headaches. These are steel plates slicing through my every thought.

I want to live a real life... I don't want to dream any longer.

Do you love me? I mean really love me. Because if you don't... I'll just have to kill you.

It was Sofia who never fully recovered. It was she who some how knew you best... and like you, she never forgot that one night where true love seemed possible.

David: Do you remember what you told me once? That every passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around.

Sofía: I'll find you again.

David: I'll see you in another life... when we are both cats.

The Dreamers (2003) by Bernardo Bertolucci

We accept you, one of us! One of us!

I wish you could step out of yourself and just look.

I don't believe in God, but if I did, he would be a black, left-handed guitarist.

It makes films like crimes, and directors like criminals.

Oh, Matthew. How nice of you to keep my image close to your heart.

I can't stop you, I've got no arms.

As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

Other people's parents are always nicer than our own, and yet for some reason, our grandparents are always nicer than other people's.

The first time I saw a movie at the cinématèque française I thought, "Only the French... only the French would house a cinema inside a palace."

I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.

I think you prefer when the word "together" means not "a million," but just two.

Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I'll be sober but you'll still be beautiful.

A revolution isn't a gala dinner. It cannot be created like a book, a drawing or a tapestry. It cannot unfold with such elegance, tranquility and delicacy. Or such sweetness, affability. Courtesy, restraint and generosity. A revolution is an uprising, a violent act by which one class overthrows another.

Listen to me, Theo. Before you can change the world you must realize that you, yourself, are part of it. You can't stand outside looking in.

Matthew: [about Theo] Has he never been inside of you?

Isabelle: He's always inside of me.

In this big, epic movie - everyone is an extra.

It's fucked up. It's all fucked up.

The Shining (1980) by Stanley Kubrick

You've had your whole FUCKING LIFE to think things over, what good's a few minutes more gonna do you now?

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

Some places are like people: some shine and some don't.

Great party, isn't it?

Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand? Now, we're going to make a new rule. When you come in here and you hear me typing [types] Jack Torrance: or whether you DON'T hear me typing, or whatever the FUCK you hear me doing; when I'm in here, it means that I am working, THAT means don't come in. Now, do you think you can handle that? Good. Now why don't you start right now and get the fuck out of here? Hm?

Come out, come out, where ever you are.

Have you ever had a SINGLE MOMENT'S THOUGHT about my responsibilities? Have you ever thought, for a single solitary moment about my responsibilities to my employers? Has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after the OVERLOOK Hotel until May the FIRST. Does it MATTER TO YOU AT ALL that the OWNERS have placed their COMPLETE CONFIDENCE and TRUST in me, and that I have signed a letter of agreement, a CONTRACT, in which I have accepted that RESPONSIBILITY? Do you have the SLIGHTEST IDEA, what a MORAL AND ETHICAL PRINCIPLE IS, DO YOU? Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future, if I were to fail to live up to my responsibilities? Has it ever occurred to you? HAS IT?

I can remember when I was a little boy. My grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it "shining." And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the shine to us. Just like you probably thought you was the only one. But there are other folks, though mostly they don't know it, or don't believe it.

God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my god-damned soul for just a glass of beer.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

American Beauty (1999) by Sam Mendes

My name is Lester Burnham. This is my neighborhood; this is my street; this is my life. I am 42 years old; in less than a year I will be dead. Of course I don't know that yet, and in a way, I am dead already.

You don't get to tell me what to do ever again.

What a sad old man you are.

Carolyn Burnham: Are you trying to look unattractive?

Jane Burnham: Yes.

Carolyn Burnham: Well, congratulations. You've succeeded admirably.

I'm not obsessing. I'm just curious.

1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I've always wanted and now I have it. I rule!

We've met before, but something tells me you're going to remember me this time.

Lester Burnham: I figured you guys might be able to give me some pointers. I need to shape up. Fast.

Jim Olmeyer: Are you just looking to lose weight, or do you want increased strength and flexibility as well?

Lester Burnham: I want to look good naked!

Brad Dupree: [reading Lester's job description] "My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell." Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself.

Lester Burnham: Brad, for 14 years I've been a whore for the advertising industry. The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing.

Welcome to America's weirdest home videos.

Look at me, jerking off in the shower... This will be the high point of my day; it's all downhill from here.

I feel like I've been in a coma for the past twenty years. And I'm just now waking up.

I know you think my dad's harmless, but you're wrong.

Angela Hayes: Yeah? Well, at least I'm not ugly!

Ricky Fitts: Yes, you are. And you're boring, and you're totally ordinary, and you know it.

Lester Burnham: Then I guess I'll have to throw in a sexual harassment charge.

Brad Dupree: Against who?

Lester Burnham: Against YOU. Can you prove that you didn't offer to save my job if I let you blow me?

Brad Dupree: Man, you are one twisted fuck.

Lester Burnham: Nope; I'm just an ordinary guy who has nothing left to lose.

It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

Catering Boss: I'm not paying you to do... whatever it is you're doing out here.

Ricky Fitts: Fine. So don't pay me.

Catering Boss: Excuse me?

Ricky Fitts: I quit. So you don't have to pay me. Now leave me alone.

Catering Boss: ...asshole.

Lester Burnham: [stunned] I think you just became my personal hero!

Honey, I'm so proud of you. I watched you very closely, and you didn't screw up once!

There happens to be a lot about me that you don't know, Mr. Smarty Man. There's plenty of joy in my life.

If people I don't even know look at me and want to fuck me, it means I really have a shot at being a model.

Never underestimate the power of denial.

This isn't life, it's just stuff. And it's become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that's just nuts.

Remember those posters that said, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life"? Well, that's true of every day but one - the day you die.

It's that psycho next door. Jane, what if he worships you? What if he's got a shrine with pictures of you surrounded by dead people's heads and stuff?

Lester Burnham: How's Jane?

Angela Hayes: What do you mean?

Lester Burnham: I mean, how's her life? Is she happy? Is she miserable? I'd really like to know, and she'd die before she'd ever tell me about it.

Angela Hayes: She's... she's really happy. She thinks she's in love.

Lester Burnham: Good for her.

Angela Hayes: How are you?

Lester Burnham: God, it's been a long time since anybody asked me that... I'm great.

Carolyn Burnham: Your father and I were just discussing his day at work. Why don't you tell our daughter about it, honey?

Lester Burnham: Janie, today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus.

Carolyn Burnham: Your father seems to think this type of behavior is something to be proud of.

Lester Burnham: And your mother seems to prefer I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a mason jar under the sink.

Carolyn Burnham: How dare you speak to me that way in front of her. And I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me, on the same day that you LOSE your job.

Lester Burnham: Lose it? I didn't lose it. It's not like, "Whoops! Where'd my job go?" I QUIT. Someone pass me the asparagus.

Oh well, all right, let's all sell our souls and work for Satan because it's more convenient that way.

Carolyn Burnham: Well, I see you're smoking pot now. I think using psychotropic drugs is a very positive example to set for our daughter.

Lester Burnham: You're one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak.

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time... For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars... And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street... Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper... And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird... And Janie... And Janie... And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.

That's my wife, Carolyn. See the way the handle on her pruning shears matches her gardening clogs? That's not an accident.

It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about.

Oh, all right! So shoot me, I was whacking off! That's right, I was choking the bishop, chafing the carrot, you know, saying "hi" to my monster!

Somebody should just put him out of his misery.

I don't think that there's anything worse than being ordinary.

Cunt! I am so sick of people taking their insecurities out on me.

She's not your friend. She's just someone you use to feel better about yourself.

Janie's a pretty typical teenager. Angry, insecure, confused. I wish I could tell her that's all going to pass, but I don't want to lie to her.

I didn't mean to scare you. I just think you're interesting.

Ricky Fitts: It's like God's looking right at you, just for a second, and if you're careful... you can look right back.

Jane Burnham: And what do you see?

Ricky Fitts: Beauty.

I can't believe you don't know how beautiful you are.

Carolyn Burnham: Lester, this is important. I'm sensing a real distance growing between you and Jane.

Lester Burnham: "Growing?" She hates me.

Carolyn Burnham: She's just willful.

Lester Burnham: She hates you too.

Well you know what? I've changed! And the new me whacks off when he feels horny!

Everything that's meant to happen does.

Lester Burnham: I am sick and tired of being treated like I don't exist. You two do whatever you want, whenever you want to do it, and I don't complain.

Carolyn Burnham: Oh, you don't complain? Then please, excuse me, I must be psychotic, then! If you don't complain, what is this? Yeah, let's bring in the laugh-meter and see how loud it gets.

Go fuck yourself, psycho!

Forrest Gump (1994) by Robert Zemeckis

I'm not a smart man... but I know what love is.

Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.

You have to do the best with what God gave you.

Mama always said, dying was a part of life.

You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree.

I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.

Lieutenant Daniel Taylor: Have you found Jesus yet, Gump?

Forrest Gump: I didn't know I was supposed to be looking for him, sir.

Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here.

Stupid is as stupid does.

You know it's funny what a young man recollects? 'Cause I don't remember bein' born. I don't recall what I got for my first Christmas and I don't know when I went on my first outdoor picnic. But I do remember the first time I heard the sweetest voice in the wide world.

Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

Oh, yes sir. Bit me right in the buttocks. They said it was a million dollar wound, but the army must keep that money 'cause I still haven't seen a nickel of that million dollars.

I'm sorry I ruined your New Year's Eve party, Lieutenant Dan. She tasted like cigarettes.

Nobody gives a hunky shit who you are, pus ball. You're not even a low-life, scum-sucking maggot.

My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on.

Jenny Curran: Were you scared in Vietnam?

Forrest Gump: Yes. Well, I-I don't know. Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out... and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water... like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It's so beautiful.

Jenny Curran: I wish I could've been there with you.

Forrest Gump: You were.

Forrest Gump: I just wanted to tell you I love you.

Forrest Gump Jr.: [smiles] I love you too, Dad.

Forrest Gump: You could come home with me, to my house in Greenbow, Jenny. You and little Forrest. I'll take care of you if you're sick.

Jenny Curran: Will you marry me, Forrest?

Forrest Gump: [long pause] Okay.

Me and Jenny goes together like peas and carrots.

I should allow myself the freedom to go out and fucking find it

CLEMENTINE
Well, I've been having a bad time of it with um, my boyfriend, I guess.

MIERZWIAK
You guess he's your boyfriend? Or you guess you're having a bad time with him?

CLEMENTINE
What? No. I don't like the term boyfriend. It's so gay.
Maybe gay isn't the right word. But, anyway, it's been rough with him... whatever the fuck he is. Heheh. My significant other... heh heh. And I guess on a certain level, I want to break it off, but I feel... y'know... it's like this constant questioning and re questioning. Do I end it? Should I give it more time? I'm not happy, but what do I expect? Relationships require work. You know the drill. The thing that I keep coming back to is, I'm not getting any younger, I want to have a baby... at some point... maybe... right? So then I think I should settle -- which is not necessarily the best word -- I mean, he's a good guy. It's not really settling. Then I think maybe I'm just a victim of movies, y'know? That I have some completely unrealistic notion of what a relationship can be. But then I think, no, this is what I really want, so I should allow myself the freedom to go out and fucking find it. You know? Agreed? But then I think he is a good guy and... It's complicated. Y'know?

MIERZWIAK
I think I know. I think we can help. Why don't you start by telling me about your relationship. Everything you can think of. Everything about him. Everything about you. And we'll take it from there.


CLEMENTINE
Um, well, he's a fucking tidy one --

We could be happy again

I love you and if you knew that... if I told you what happened... I'll explain everything, what we meant to each other. I'll tell you everything about our time together. You'll know everything again and...
Maybe if I just explain what happened, I wouldn't have to go through this and I could tell you everything and it would be like you knew and we could rebuild and we could be happy again and...

El Puente del Arcoíris

Es llamado el Puente del Arcoíris por sus muchos colores y está ubicado entre el Paraíso y la Tierra. Cuando un animal que ha sido especialmente amado por alguien aquí en la Tierra muere, entonces va al Puente del Arcoíris.

En ese lugar hay valles, colinas y playas para todos nuestros amigos especiales, para que ellos puedan correr y jugar juntos. Hay mucha comida, agua y sol, y nuestros amigos se encuentran cómodos y al abrigo.

Todos los animales que estaban enfermos o eran ancianos, vuelven a tener salud y vigor; aquellos que fueron heridos o mutilados recuperan lo perdido y son fuertes nuevamente, tal como los recordamos en nuestros sueños de días y tiempos pasados.

Los animales están felices y contentos, excepto por una pequeña cosa: cada uno de ellos extraña a alguien muy especial, alguien a quien tuvieron que dejar atrás.

Todos corren y juegan juntos, pero llega un día en que uno de ellos se detiene de repente y mira a la lejanía. Sus brillantes ojos se ponen atentos; su impaciente cuerpo se estremece y vibra. De repente se aleja corriendo del grupo, volando sobre la verde hierba o a la orilla del mar, moviendo sus patas cada vez más y más rápido: tú has sido avistado, y cuando tú y tu amigo especial finalmente se encuentran, los dos se abrazan en un maravilloso reencuentro, para nunca separarse de nuevo. Una lluvia de besos cae sobre tu rostro; tus manos acarician nuevamente la cabeza amada, y puedes mirar nuevamente a los confiados ojos de tu mascota, tanto tiempo apartada de tu vida, pero nunca ausente de tu corazón.

Entonces los dos juntos cruzan el Puente del Arcoíris.