This is so bad it's almost good.

Rebecca: This is so bad it's almost good.
Enid: This is so bad it's gone past good and back to bad again.  

I'm in love with you...

 Sam: What are you doing? 

Andrew: Remember that idea I had, about working stuff out on my own, and then finding you once I worked stuff out? 

Sam: The ellipsis? 

Andrew: Yeah, the ellipsis, it's dumb. It's dumb. It's an awful idea. I'm not gonna do it, okay? Cause like you said, this is it. This is life. And I'm in love with you... I think that's the only thing I've ever really been sure of in my entire life. And I'm really messed up right now, and I got a whole lot of stuff I have to work out, but I don't want to waste any more of my life without you in it. And I think I can do this. I mean, I want to. I have to, right? 

Sam: Yeah. Yes! 

Andrew: So what do we do? What do we do?...

Do you like me?

Eli: Oskar...Do you like me?

Oskar: Yeah, a lot.
Eli: If I wasn't a girl... would you like me anyway?
Oskar:I suppose so. Why do you ask? 

I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it.

I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. 

I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words...

Your's are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen .

Sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss and some of these verses, well they they've got me quite cross but the sun's been kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on so excuse me forgetting but these things I do you see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue the whole thing is what I really mean your's are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen .

 

you let the bad in with the good...

Sometimes when you open up to people 

you let the bad in with the good...

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we can't get out of our minds...

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.

Eternal Sunshine and Knocked Up!

 J’aime bien repérer le petit détail 

que personne ne verra jamais

I'd rather be lucky than good

The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It's scary to think so much is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net, and for a split second, it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck, it goes forward, and you win. 

Or maybe it doesn't, and you lose.

L'Imaginarium du Docteur Parnassus

I see you here everyday...

Girl: How come you don't play during daytime? I see you here everyday.

Guy: During the daytime people would want to hear songs that they know, just songs that they recognize. I play these song at night or I wouldn't make any money. People wouldn't listen.

Girl: I listen.

Everything is illuminated in the light of the past

I have reflected many times upon our rigid search. It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us, on the inside, looking out. Like you say, inside out. Jonathan, in this way, I will always be along the side of your life. And you will always be along the side of mine

No, man. True Love!

Sick Boy:

So what are you planning with your share, Spud?

Renton:

 Buy yourself that island in the sun?

Begbie:

For four fucking grand? One plam tree,
 a couple of rocks, and a sewage outflow.

Spud:

I don't know, maybe I'll buy something for my ma, 
and then buy some good speed, no bicarb like, 
then get a girl, take her out like, and treat her properly.


Begbie:

Shag her senseless.

Spud:

 No, man. True Love!

The Green Hornet by Michel Gondry ♥

Michel Gondry ♥

Black Swan

I cant wait!

me la comprare importada! 

I would be completely lost without him

I don’t think he realizes that he saves my life every single day. When my thoughts go to the dark side he pulls me back into the light. When life doesn’t seem worth it he shows me the beauty. When my strength is gone and there is no one around, he is. He always is there when my world crumbs to a huge pile of shit. 
I would be completely lost without him

You have no idea how many you’ve brought me back to life.

Movie Outfits ♥

Love actually is all around.

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around.

He had the feeling he should be somewhere else

Milo: I heard this story once when I was a kid, or read it. It was about a storyteller who was so good at telling stories that everything he made up became real. So the storyteller creates a world for himself where he's the king of the castle, has a beautiful princess on his arm. And then, one day, he wakes up. He looks around. He kisses her on the cheek and... legs it.
Dan: Why?
Milo: I don't know. Even though his life was perfect, absolutely perfect, he had the feeling he should be somewhere else. With someone else. Anyway, the princess wakes up and he's gone. And that's it. I guess. Does that make any sense?

What came first, the music or the misery?

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

I am nature. You are art...

I am nature. You are art.

Let us see how we compare

I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life

Now I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I ripped them off - my so called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shit about him. And Sick Boy, well he'd done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. And Spud, well okay, I felt sorry for Spud - he never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? 

I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. 

I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.