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She's a sixteen-calibre kitten, equally equipped for killin' an' lovin'!
She carried a sawed-off shotgun in her purse, a black belt around her waist, and the white-hot fire of hate in her eyes! |
Sooner or later, Mr. Fowler, one has to take sides, if one is to remain human. - The Quiet American
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Eu sunt sarac, dar, din tot ce am, ti-am dat visele mele, ti le-am pus la picioare...ai grija sa nu calci pe ele...
Nu mai stiu sigur fraza originala... Shi nici filmul din care este extrasa... |
Stiu ca e topicul vechi, dar....
...maybe there I could tell her all those things... they don't have words for here... (Ed Crane, The man who wasn't there) ...let me tell you about the winds... (Almasy catre Katherine, The English Patient) ... I want you to have the world... (Grace catre Axel cand ii intinde globul de cristal, Arizona Dream) ... I always thought that if I believed strongly enough in it and fought for it, it would come true... I hoped that I could look at him and say: "That's what love is for"... But nothing happened. Nothing. And then you came along, Felice. My answer. The answer. (Lily catre Felice, Aimee and Jaguar) |
"baby, I love you, but you're too hot for me, please go somewhere, far far"
salman rushdie, satanic verses |
" ...Viata e complexa si are multi aspecti "(Moldoveanul "recuperator" din Filantropica)
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u hated him so much that u got drunk and went to bed with him
brick catre maggie (the cat on the hot tin roof) |
Din Pacientul Englez. K is for Katherine... (Kristin Scott Thomas) and A is for Almasy (Ralph Fiennes)
Every night, I cut out my heart... But in the morning it was full again. (K catre A) K catre A: Am I K in your book? I think I must be... K catre A: I can't sleep. I can't eat. I wake up shouting in the middle of the night. K catre A: Here I am a different wife... A catre K: : How could you ever smile again as if the world hadn't capsized? K: Promise you'll come back for me. A: I promise, I'll come back. I promise... I'll never leave you. A: You're wearing the thimble... K: Of course, you idiot. I always wear it; I've always worn it; I've always loved you. Betrayals in times of war are nothing compared to betrayals in times of peace. New lovers are nervous and tender... and smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire... (A) My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone. And I'm cold, horribly cold. I really want to drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I'll waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have... entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we have hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real country is. Not boundaries drawn on maps, names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends and an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness. (K) |
Eu sã am nevoie de tine? Sã-þi spun ceva - aici începu sã dea din braþul întins spre ea, ameninþând-o -, am nevoie de tine cum am trebuinþã de orice afurisitã de boalã la care m-aº putea gândi! Am nevoie de tine ca de un caz de antrax, m-auzi? Ca de trichinozã! Am nevoie de tine ca de un calcul biliar. De pelagrã! De encefalitã! De boala lui Bright, Isuse Hristoase! De un carcinom al împuþitului de creier, târfã nesãtulã ce eºti! Aaahooooo-o-o! - acesta din urmã era un vaiet tremurat, crescãtor, un sunet ce-þi îngheþa mãduva spinãrii, în care furia ºi lamentarea se amestecau într-un chip ce pãrea aproape liturgic, asemãnãtor cu jeluirea unui rabin înnebunit. Am nevoie de tine ca de moarte, rãbufni, cu vocea sugrumatã. Ca de moarte! Încã o datã îi întoarse spatele, iar ea îl implorã din nou, plângând:
"Sophie's Choice" |
Acolo mergea bine "cum sa jignesti o femeie" de Parazitii :lol:
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Originally Posted by Se7en:
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And the name is?
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"Sophie's choice",daca nu esti atent..
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"Every woman is a mystery to be solved. But a woman hides nothing from a true lover. Her skin colour can tell us how to proceed... a hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale, and she must be coaxed to open her petals with a warmth like the sun. The pale and dappled skin of the red-head calls for the lust of a wave crashing to the shore, so we may stir up what lies beneath and bring the foamy delight of love to the surface. Although there is no metaphor that truly describes making love to a woman... the closest is playing a rare musical instrument. I wonder, does a Stradivarius violin feel the same rapture as the violinist, when he coaxes a single perfect note from its heart? "
Don Juan de Marco :D |
"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. "
"When Harry Met Sally..." |
Paul Newman [responding to an interviewer's question as to why he was never "tempted" by the many beautiful Hollywood actresses he worked with] Why fool around with hamburger when you have steak at home?
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Dar despre dragoste nu mai zice nimeni nimic?Fetelor ... care indrazniti?
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"Relationships don't work the way they do on television and in the movies: Will they, won't they, and then they finally do and they're happy forever -- gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half the ones that get married get divorced, anyway. And I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, 'cause I do...believe in it. Bottom line...is the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but, the big difference is, they don't let it take 'em down." - Dr. Cox
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Ombladon - Cheia de sub pres
Si vreau, s-o luam separat pe alte cai! Lady: Dar te iubesc! Sa-mi sugi p*la,da-te-n mortii tai! Spui cuvinte mari,pe care nu le-ntelegi, Inainte sa pleci,lasa cheia sub pres, Esti doar un vis urat,care s-a-ntins pe ani grei! Ai stii si tu daca te-ai privi prin ochii mei. Asta imi place mult "Iubeste putin cel ce poate spune prin cuvinte cat iubeste." - Dante Alighieri |
"- I asked him to give me some space and he gave it to me.
- How is that love? - That's just part of it... and it's not the greeting cards and sunsets and flowers part. That's easy, that's not real. It's about doing things that you don't wanna do, the stuff that makes you mad, the stuff that you do without even being asked. It's about having a friend and knowing when to shut up. I can't tell you what love is, I can only tell what it isn't. And this is not it." "Seduction is when somebody uses someone's vulnerabilities to lure them into a relationship that only brings them pain." "Love is selfless." "Love it's not about what we say it's about what we do." Iar ultima... mi-au trebuit luni întregi să o pot înţelege. "I'm not sorry that I loved you. At least I know I can." Ghost Whisperer |
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