


Never start a fight, but always finish it
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
- Am I ugly? When I was a kid, I thought I was. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don't matter. So, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, "You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Dearest Cecilia: the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
- Why're you crying?
- Don't you know?
- Yes, I know exactly.

Candy

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart.
When you can stop, you don't want to. When you want to stop, you can't.
We had a lot going for us. We'd found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.

Juno

- You mean as friends?
- No... I mean for real. 'Cause you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met, and you don't even have to try, you know?
- I try really hard, actually.

In the valley of elah

American Beauty
Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

Little Miss Sunshine
There's two kinds of people in this world, there's winners and there's losers. Okay, you know what the difference is? Winners don't give up.


-Do you know who Marcel Proust is?
-He's the guy you teach
- Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh... he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.
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