I'm just saying good-bye

Louis XVI: Are you admiring your lime avenue?

Marie-Antoinette: I'm just saying good-bye.

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

I should kidnap you.

Marie-Antoinette: I wish I could go with you.

Count Fersen: I should kidnap you.

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

She is gone!

Louis XV: Bring me Du Barry.

Duc de Choiseul: She is gone.

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

My last words to that woman...

Marie-Antoinette: There are a lot of people at Versailles today.

Madame du Barry: Yes, there are.

Marie-Antoinette: Those are my last words to that woman.

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

This is Versailles

Marie-Antoinette: This is ridiculous.

Comtesse de Noailles: This, Madame, is Versailles.

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

My dream dog ♥

It's not too much, is it?

Marie-Antoinette: It's not too much, is it?

Léonard: Oh, no!

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

You shall be mine!

Oh, you were not what was desired, but that makes you no less dear to me. A boy would have been the Son of France, but you, Marie Thérèse, shall be mine.

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

Mops!

Marie-Antoinette: Mops!

Comtesse de Noailles: You may have as many French dogs as you like.

Marie Antoinette (2006) by Sofia Coppola

The Lisbon Girls

Everyone dates the demise of our neighbourhood from the suicides of the Lisbon girls. People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms, the harsh sunlight and the continuing decline of our auto industry.

Even then, as teenagers,we tried to put the pieces together. We still can't. Now whenever we run into each other at lunches or parties we find ourselves going over the evidence one more time.
All to understand those five girls, who, after all these years, we can't get out of our minds.

Cecilia, the youngest, was 13.

And Lux was 14.

Bonnie was 15.

Mary was 16.

And Therese was 17.

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

The Virgin Suicides (1999) by Sofia Coppola

Fools rush in ♥

Fools rush in

Where angels fear to tread

And so I come to you my love

My heart above my head

Though I see

The danger there

If there's a chance for me

Then I don't care

Fools rush in

Where wise men never go

But wise men never fall in love

So how are they to know?

When we met

I felt my life begin

So open up your heart and let

This fool rush in

Oh, open up your heart and let

This fool rush in

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.