You have been pretty lucky in love

How can you've live for so long and still not get it? 

This self obsession is a waste of living. 

It could be spend in surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing. You have been pretty lucky in love though, if I may say so.

She's way too good for that...

Eve: I'm sure she'll be very famous.

Adam: God, I hope not. She's way too good for that.

What would we say to ourselves?

Within our lifetimes, we've marveled as biologists have managed to look at ever smaller and smaller things. And astronomers have looked further and further into the dark night sky, back in time and out in space. But maybe the most mysterious of all is neither the small nor the large: it's us, up close. Could we even recognize ourselves, and if we did, would we know ourselves? What would we say to ourselves? What would we learn from ourselves? What would we really like to see if we could stand outside ourselves and look at us?

Love isn’t something we invented

Love isn’t something we invented. 

It’s observable, powerful, it has to mean something… 

Love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving 

that transcends dimensions of time and space.

We used to look up in the sky

We used to look up in the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. 

Now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt.

Hasta los huesos

Cortometraje mexicano realizado por René Castillo alusivo a la muerte.

You're not important. Get used to it.

You’re doing this because you’re scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don’t matter. And you know what? You’re right. You don’t. It's not important, okay? You're not important. Get used to it.

I knew there was something fishy.

Henckels: 

By order of the commissioner of police, Zubrowka Province, 

I hereby place you under arrest for the murder of 

Madame Celine Villenueve Desgoffe-und-Taxis.

M. Gustave: 

I knew there was something fishy. 

We never got the cause of death. 

She's been murdered, and you think I did it.

Your devoted Monsieur Gustave.

My dear and trusted colleagues...I miss you deeply as I write from the confines of my regrettable and preposterous incarceration. Until I walk amongst you again as a free man, the Grand Budapest remains in your hands, as does its impeccable reputation. Keep it spotless, and glorify it. Take extra-special care of every little bitty bit of it as if I were watching over you like a hawk with a horse-whip in its talons,

 because I am.

Should I discover a lapse of any variety during my absence, I promise swift and merciless justice will descend upon you. A great and noble house has been placed under your protection. Tell Zero if you see any funny business...Your devoted Monsieur Gustave.

You're looking so well, darling...

You're looking so well, darling, 

you really are... they've done a marvelous job.

I don't know what sort of cream they've put on you down

 at the morgue, but... I want some.

I get anxiety when I have to meet people

Irving Rosenfeld: You're young. You're beautiful. You gotta go out and find somebody else. Get some friends. Alright?

Rosalyn Rosenfeld: I don't like going out. I get anxiety when I have to meet people. You know how hard that is.

I felt like we had a secret...

I felt like we had a secret, just the two of us. Like that thing where you just wanna be with one person all the time. You feel like the two of you get something no one else gets.

Maybe I should have teased him too...

I didn’t understand why, after all her teasing, Ruth would decide that Tommy was the boy she liked most of all. They say girls are always mean to the boys they like, so maybe Ruth had liked him all along. Maybe I should have teased him too