Maria Elena: Our love will last forever. It’s forever, but it just doesn’t work. That’s why it will always be romantic. Because it cannot be complete.

- from the movie ‘Vicky Christina Barcelona’

We could fall apart.
And I’d be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

This awkward silence makes me crazy
The glow inside burns light upon her
I’ll try to kiss you if you let me
(this can’t be the end)

Vicky: So, uh, tell me, why won’t your father publish his poems?
Juan Antonio: Well, because he hates the world, and that’s his way of getting back at them — to create beautiful works and then…to deny them to the public, which I think, it’s…
Vicky: My God. Well, what makes him so…angry toward the human race?
Juan Antonio: Mm, because after thousands of years of civilization…they still haven’t learned to love.

- from the movie ‘Vicky Christina Barcelona’

George O’Hearn: Beautiful women are invisible; we’re so dazzled by the outside that we never make it inside.

- from the movie ‘Elegy’

[Albert is holding a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts]
Hitch: What you got there?
Albert: This? I figured maybe if my heart stops beating, it wouldn’t hurt so much.

- from the movie ‘Hitch’

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love’s sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

- william shakespeare

it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

- e. e. cummings

Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping Tom for the mother station