In the past all a King had to do was look respectable in uniform and not fall off his horse. Now we must invade people’s homes and ingratiate ourselves with them. This family is reduced to those lowest, basest of all creatures, we’ve become actors!
My castle, my rules.
Let the microphone do the work.
Is the nation ready for two minutes of radio silence?
…a sieve of thisted siffles!
If I’m King, where’s my power? Can I form a government? Can I levy a tax, declare a war? No! And yet I am the seat of all authority. Why? Because the nation believes that when I speak, I speak for them. But I can’t speak.
The King’s Speech
I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.
Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
I am very, very sorry for the terrible distress that I have caused you. I am very, very sorry…
So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for… and deserved. Which ever since I’ve… ever since I’ve always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I’d like to think this isn’t weakness or… evasion… but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.
November is all I know, and all I ever wanna know.
You defy every law of nature I’ve ever known.
This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.
What are you more afraid of: spending more than two consecutive nights with the same woman, or finding out this thing might not be as crazy as it seems?
Run, Forrest! Run!
Me and Jenny goes together like peas and carrots.
Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here.
My momma always said, „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. I sure wish it wasn’t.
And cause I was a gazillionaire, and I liked doin it so much, I cut that grass for free.
Mama says they was magic shoes. They could take me anywhere.
Stupid is as stupid does.
Hello. My name’s Forrest, Forrest Gump. You want a chocolate?
My Mama always said you’ve got to put the past behind you before you can move on.
The excitement of seeing her again mixed with sorrow of losing her forever.
Shut up! The man with the Colt 45 says shut up!
The chaiwalah has done it again!
A few hours ago, you were giving chai for the phone walahs. And now you’re richer than they will ever be. What a player!
When somebody asks me a question, I tell them the answer.
I thought we’d be together only in death.
Money and women. The reasons for make most mistakes in life. Looks like you’ve mixed up both.
I’ll wait for you at the train station every day at five.
I entered this world on the Champs-Elysees, 1959. La trottoir du Champs Elysees. And do you know what my very first words were? New York Herald Tribune! New York Herald Tribune!
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.
Oh, Matthew. How nice of you to keep my image close to your heart.
I think you prefer when the world „together” means not „a million,” but just two.
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.
Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.
Your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for.
I can’t really remember when I last had any hope, and I certainly can’t remember when anyone else did either. Because really, since women stopped being able to have babies, what’s left to hope for?
As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd, what happens in a world without children’s voices.
The world was stunned today by the death of Diego Ricardo, the youngest person on the planet, the youngest person on earth was 18 years, 4 months, 20 days, 16 hours, and 8 minutes old.
Children of Men
We’re not supposed to be friends, you and me. We’re meant to be enemies. Did you know that?
I don’t understand. One man caused all this trouble?
They smell worse when they burn, don’t they?
He used to be a doctor once, but gave it all up to peel potatoes.
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Love means never having to say you’re sorry.
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?
See, I think you’re scared. You put up a big glass wall to keep from getting hurt. But it also keeps you from getting touched. It’s a risk, isn’t it, Jenny? At least I had the guts to admit what I felt. Someday you’re gonna have to come up with the courage to admit you care.
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn…
After all, tomorrow is another day.
Great balls of fire. Don’t bother me anymore, and don’t call me „sugar”.
I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I’ll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There’s one thing I do know… and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.
Here’s a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you’re a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me… once…
Take a good look my dear. It’s an historic moment you can tell your grandchildren about – how you watched the Old South fall one night.
Gone with the Wind
That’s thirty minutes away. I’ll be there in ten.
Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.
I’m gonna get fuckin’ divorced. No marriage counselling, no trial separation, I’m gonna get fuckin’ divorced.
Oh, I’m sorry, did I break your concentration?
That’s a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don’t know if it’s worth five dollars but it’s pretty fucking good.
The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That’s pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He’d be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy’s birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
I have to go powder my nose.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go home and have a heart attack.
Sometimes you have to do something unforgivable just to be able to go on living.
Dr. Jung, rest assured that thanks to you I am alive and healthy. But please be so good as to tell my father that I am dead. And whatever you do, do not pass by the oasis without stopping to drink. Oh, no.
And this is another thing. Another thing in another country. With me I want you to be ferocious. I want you to punish me.
Please, we can’t be too careful! We can’t afford to wonder into these speculative areas. Telepathy! Singing bookcases! Fairies at the bottom of the garden. It won’t do! It won’t do.
A Dangerous Method
From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
Barely tolerable, I dare say. But not handsome enough to tempt me. You’d better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles. You’re wasting your time with me.
Yes. A thousand times yes.
A Mrs. Bennet, a Miss Bennet, a Miss Bennet and a Miss Bennet, sir.
I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
Pride & Prejudice
This is very cruel, Oskar. You’re giving them hope. You shouldn’t do that. *That’s* cruel!
This list… is an absolute good. The list is life. All around its margins lies the gulf.
Today is history. Today will be remembered. Years from now the young will ask with wonder about this day. Today is history and you are part of it. Six hundred years ago when elsewhere they were footing the blame for the Black Death, Casimir the Great – so called – told the Jews they could come to Krakow. They came. They trundled their belongings into the city. They settled. They took hold. They prospered in business, science, education, the arts. With nothing they came and with nothing they flourished. For six centuries there has been a Jewish Krakow. By this evening those six centuries will be a rumor. They never happened. Today is history.
My father was fond of saying you need three things in life – a good doctor, a forgiving priest, and a clever accountant. The first two, I’ve never had much use for.
They won’t soon forget the name „Oskar Schindler” around here. „Oskar Schindler,” they’ll say, „everybody remembers him. He did something extraordinary. He did what no one else did. He came with nothing, a suitcase, and built a bankrupt company into a major manufactory. And left with a steamer trunk, two steamer trunks, of money. All the riches of the world.”
There are fewer than 4000 Jews left alive in Poland today. There are more than 6000 descendants of the Schindler Jews.
Gentlemen, thank you very much. I think I can guarantee you- you’ll both be in Southern Russia before the end of the month. Good day.
Madam, your smile is the sun and fallen men like me, we need the sun.
I have at different times in my life, sold sand to an Arab and ice to an Eskimo.
The trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat.
I think you’re constipated, in your fucking soul… I think you might have a really big load of grumpy petrified poop up your soul’s ass.
I don’t know about „truths.” A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells, the less you know.
The perfect con is one where everyone involved gets just what they wanted.
You were the only audience I ever needed.
There is no such thing as an unwritten life, only a badly written one.
The Brothers Bloom
There’s not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill. This relationship has all the passion of a pair of tick mice. I want you to get swept away. I want you to levitate… Sing with rapture and dance like a dervish. Be deliriously happy or, at least, leave yourself open to be.
Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I’m not hearing any heart. Cause the truth is, honey, there’s no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven’t lived a life at all. But you have to try, cause if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.
Love, passion, obsession, all those things you told me to wait for, well, they’ve arrived. What are you afraid of, Dad? That I’ll fall head over heels for Joe? Well, I have.
Should you choose to test my resolve in this matter, you will be facing a finality beyond your comprehension, and you will not be counting days, or months, or years, but milleniums in a place with no doors.
I wish… you could have known my father.
Meet Joe Black
I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.
I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.
You know, I have this awful paranoid thought that feminism was mostly invented by men so that they could like, fool around a little more. You know, women, free your minds, free your bodies, sleep with me. We’re all happy and free as long as I can f*ck as much as I want.
Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
I feel like if someone were to touch me, I’d dissolve into molecules.
They enjoy the goal but not the process. But the reality of it is that the true work of improving things is in the little achievements of the day.
The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?
You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.
Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.
Baby, you are gonna miss that plane. – I know.
You can call me Goldie.
The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter… and so am I.
This is blood for blood and by the gallon. These are the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They’re back! There’s no choice left.
One point O
Women! What can you say? Who made ‘em? God must have been a fuckin’ genius. The hair… They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls… just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips… and when they touched, yours were like… that first swallow of wine… after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don’t care if they’re Greek columns… or secondhand Steinways. What’s between ‘em… passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there’s only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin’ to me, son? I’m givin’ ya pearls here. Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
I’m in the dark, here!
Well, gentlemen, when the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay.
Oh, uh, Charlie – about your little problem – there are two kinds of people in this world: those who stand up and face the music, and those who run for cover. Cover is better.
The day we stop lookin’, Charlie, is the day we die.
Now I have come to the cross-roads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now here’s Charlie. He’s come to the cross-roads. He has chosen a path. It’s the right path. It’s a path made of principle that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey.
Scent of a Woman
Whatever his insane scheme is… it will surely be incomplete without you
Within no time, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille had disappeared from the face of the earth. When they had finished, they felt a virginal glow of happiness. For the first time in their lives, they believed they had done something purely out of love.
Talent means next to nothing, while experience acquired in humility and hard work means everything.
For the first time in his life, Grenouille realized that he had no smell of his own. He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was a though he did not exist.
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
I think World War II just started.
Not anxious to die sir, just anxious to matter.
A brilliant man would find a way not to fight a war.
You died, Rafe. So did I.
Victory belongs to those who believe in it the most and believe in it the longest. We’re gonna believe. We’re gonna make America believe too.
Every night I watch the sunset and soak up every last ray of its warmth, and send it from my heart to yours.
I almost did die, you little son-of-a-bitch. And her face was the last thing that went through my mind.
That’s what I want to come home to, that’s what I want to have to think about and dream about. I wanna know that the best part of my life is still ahead of me.
I wish I knew how to quit you.
Ya’ know it could be like this, just like this always.
You know friend, this is a god damn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.
Tell you what… truth is, sometimes I miss you so bad I can hardly stand it…
Bottom line is… we’re around each other an’… this thing, it grabs hold of us again… at the wrong place… at the wrong time… and we’re dead.
Father, Mother! Always you wrestle inside me. Always you will.
Someday we’ll fall down and weep. And we’ll understand it all, all things.
There are two ways through life: the way of nature, and the way of Grace. You have to choose which one you’ll follow.
Unless you love, your life will flash by.
Guide us, to the end of time.
Grace doesn’t try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries.
The Tree of Life
As a boy, I’m told, he had a chance encounter with a travelling magician. One version of the story was that the man himself vanished… along with the tree. People began to think he had some sort of special power… or at least that he was a bit different. And then he met her.
I thought we might end this evening with a discussion of the soul. All of the greatest religions speak of the soul’s endurance before the end of life. So what then does it mean to die?
Make us disappear!
Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.
Maybe you can find yourself a nice antique rocking chair to die in.
Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny, little rocks.
I could die right now, Clem. I’m just… happy. I’ve never felt that before. I’m just exactly where I want to be.
Meet me… in Montauk…
Drink up, young man. It’ll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.
Joel, hide me in your humiliation!
Sometimes I don’t think people realize how lonely it is to be a kid.
You’re really nice… God, I have to stop saying that!
If only I could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished, seeing that I’m incapable of making eye contact with a woman I don’t know.
Adults are, like, this mess of sadness and phobias.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
People don’t realize this, but loneliness is underrated.
Author’s Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch.
Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.
Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?
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… Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now.
Misery. Sadness. Loss of Faith. No reason to Live… This is perfect for you.
500 Days of Summer
Desire begins in the mind.
It’s the wanting that keeps us alive.
Courtesans, my dear, are the most educated women in the world.
In order to choose your lovers wisely, you need to understand men. No matter their shape or size… position or wealth… they all dream of the temptress. The irresistible… unapproachable Venus… who quickly turns pliable maiden when they’ve had a hard day.
Be the flame – not the moth.
My Lady says the pig must stay outside, but the animal, we’ll take.
Give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him. If that woman were me I would love him alone and forever.
True love does not grow with the number of lovers. It wastes away.
To say I love falsely is as contradictory as to say I believe falsely.
Aha! So we meet Casanova. I find it very hard to believe that THIS is what women want.
I’m not obsessing. I’m just curious.
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.
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 a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.
I don’t think that there’s anything worse than being ordinary.
‘Conscience.’ It’s just a polite word for ‘cowardice.’ No civilized man regrets a pleasure.
I suggest we raise a little hell.
People die of common sense, Dorian, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame.
I am what *you* made me! I lived the life that you preached… but never dared practice. I am everything, that you were too afraid to be.
I’m not frightened. I’m not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love.
Looking in the mirror staring back at me isn’t so much a face as the expression of a predicament.
I always used to tell him that only fools could possibly escape the simple truth that now isn’t simply now: it’s a cold reminder. One day later than yesterday, one year later than last year, and that sooner or later it will come.
For the first time in my life I can’t see my future. Everyday goes by in a haze, but today I have decided will be different.
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.
Sometimes awful things have their own kind of beauty.
A Single Man
As long as you don’t choose, everything remains possible.
One; I will never leave anything to chance again. Two; I will marry the girl on my motorcycle. Three; I’ll be rich. Four; we’ll have a house. A big house, painted yellow, with a garden. And two children, Paul and Michael. Five; I’ll have a convertible. A red convertible! And a swimming pool, I’ll learn to swim. Six; I will not stop until I succeed!
I often have this dream. In prehistoric times, I can hear you screaming. I chase the bear and you’re not afraid anymore, but when I wake up, there’s no bear… but you’re still afraid. I’m not a bear hunter. I’m an executive at a plant that manifactures photocopying machines that just quit his job. I don’t dare move, I don’t live, whatever I do is a disaster. I would love to set out to chase the bear away and for you to not be afraid anymore.
I can remember a long time ago. Long before my birth. I was waiting with those who were not yet born. When we’re not born yet, we know everything. Everything that will happen. When it’s your turn, the Angels of Oblivion place a finger on your mouth. „Shh…” It leaves a mark on the upper lip. It means that you have forgotten everything. But the angels missed me.
Some of the charms are old and some are new. That’s a musical note, a violin. This one is a flower, what is no sense of matter at all, except it was exquisite much like yourself. Let’s see… the train that we took today. And… that’s the Eiffel Tower that you’ve always wanted to see. And… this frying pan, cause you are the only person that I know that can actually do the flipping thing. And… this one’s a heart… my heart… it’s yours now.
I feel like I’m a really high second priority to you. That hurts. And the worst part is I’m starting to get used to it.
I like to look for things no one else catches. I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old American movies.
Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s.
With a prompter in every cellar window whispering comebacks, shy people would have the last laugh.
We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.
Le Fabuleux Destin D’Amelie Poulain
I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I’ve lost since my childhood is washed out. I tell myself, if that were true, and I waited long enough then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy. He’d wave. And maybe call. I don’t know if the fantasy go beyond that, I can’t let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
None of you will go to America. None of you will work in supermarkets. None of you will do anything, except live the life that has already been set out for you. You will become adults, but only briefly. Before you are old, before you are even middle aged, you will start to donate your vital organs. And sometime around your third or fourth donation, your short life will be completed.
It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them and not let unseen tides pull us apart.
That said, we aren’t machines. In the end it wears you down. I suppose that’s why I now spend most of my time not looking forwards, but looking back. To the Cottages and Hailsham and what happened to us there. Me. Tommy. And Ruth.
Never Let Me Go
This game started with a pretty house. A pretty bus with no driver. A pretty box… and a pretty girl.
Tell me that you love me first because I’m afraid that if I tell you first you’ll think that I’m playing the game.
Don’t say a word. Let me talk. You missed me? Because I missed you.
Sophie was back in the game! Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas’s trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates’ fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger’s testosterone shots, Pam Anderson’s lips! Woodstock, raves… Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!
I’ve always wanted to have a phone call with somebody who doesn’t talk.
And I can really see Anna’s eyes in 2003. Her ears. Her feet. This is what it looks like when she says, ‘I love you,’ in 2003. This is what it looks like when she cries. When she tells me there’s always a new empty room waiting for her. They used to make her feel free. Now they make her feel the opposite of free.
Our good fortune allowed us to feel a sadness our parents never had time for.
This is the photo my mother kept in her bedroom. When I was a kid I thought that was my arm giving her daisies. Now I make a new mistake and I think it’s her arm giving me the daisies saying „Here’s simple and happy. That’s what I meant to give you” .
No harm will ever come to you. Not from me, not from anyone else. And while I’m here, no word of mine will ever hurt you.
I do it, sleep with other women… because I’m a poet, and a poet feeds off life.
You don’t even see me, do you? Dylan! All you’ve got is stories in your head. Words. And I have to feel real. William… makes me real.
You have a raindrop running down your cheek, just like a tear.
The Edge of Love
When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I’m already better than them anyways.
Acting isn’t something you do. Instead of doing it, it occurs. If you’re going to start with logic, you might as well give up. You can have conscious preparation, but you have unconscious results.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Pick the day. Enjoy it – to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present – and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.
Când aveam posibilitatea să-mi îndeplinesc visul, mi-am dat seama că şi pasiunile îmbătrânesc.
“mai târziu” devenea “prea târziu”.
O viaţă mediocră poate fi justificată. Mai ales într-o lume mediocră. Dar mediocritatea iluziilor nu are nicio scuză. Nimic nu ne opreşte să visăm fără măsură.
Autoportret intr-o oglinda sparta- Octavian Paler
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.
Ambition is the germ from which all growth of nobleness proceeds.
An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms, the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being.
There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating – people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it… I can resist everything but temptation.
Crowded classrooms and half-day sessions are a tragic waste of our greatest national resource – the minds of our children.
I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.
The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.