blue valentine

I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married, we marry, like, one girl cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl, she's so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option..."Oh he's got a good job." I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they just marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around.

landmarks

Sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better things.

fairytale

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme. And some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.

john

"I can see how I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and...I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments."

"I'm tired of the fantasy, because it doesn't really exist. And there are never really any surprises, and it never really..."

"Delivers?"

"Delivers. And I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of everything else for that matter. But I don't ever seem to get tired of you."

slow dancing in a burning room

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation..so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type..I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no-I want magenta!"

darling

"Don't you understand, Tink? You mean more to me than anything else in this whole world!"




The sweetest line in movie history.

modern

The night belongs to the poets and the madmen.

believe

We are all the same. Human in all our ways and all our pain.

the perks

"He's my whole world"
"Don't ever say that about anyone again. Not even me."

It's one thing to be willing to die for someone. But you should never live for someone. Live for yourself.

sparrows

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

gray

We're all susceptible to it, the dread and anxiety of not knowing what's coming. It's pointless in the end, because all the worrying and the making of plans for things that could or could not happen, it only makes things worse. So walk your dog or take a nap. Just whatever you do, stop worrying. Because the only cure for paranoia is to be here, just as you are.

brighter than sunshine

To be able to manage a conversation after a long break as though it were a daily event is a special skill which is worthy of remark.

paint her

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect-- you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break-- her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze, and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.

misty

Character is what you are in the dark.

reach

When you dominate other people's emotions, the time has to come when you will have to pay, and heavily, for that privilege.

drip

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

country

I drink coffee like water and
I still never know what to say.
I still don't know how to get out of bed
half the time. It's not pretty,
or endearing. I whisper you secrets,
I am looking to be saved,
sometimes I am so weak,
sometimes I am so strong,
here you go, I'll give you everything
for one more chance.
My heart is ugly,
but it could be all yours.

cotton

Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, the Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? "I Want to Hold Your Hand". The first single. It's effing brilliant right? That's what everybody wants, Nicky. They don't want a twenty-four hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.

bridges

I am not
I am not what you want
But I turn off the light
and take you out on plush dates
that involve popcorn and
rusty bicycles in Tokyo.
I suck on a pear flavored candy.
I want to be unique.
I want to be the one you love
more than anything.

kitty

Art and love are the same thing: it's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.