Favourite movie quotes

"Ernest Hemingway once wrote, «The world is a fine place and worth fighting for». I agree with the second part."

- But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
- What?
- It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that we got here, but it's just...it's just there it's a little different.


- Don't you hate that?
- Hate what?
- Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
- I don't know. That's a good question.
- That's when you know you've found somebody really special: you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and com:

People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

Artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up.

God is in the rain.

I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. And within that inch, we are free.

I remember how different became dangerous.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place.But for three years I had roses – and apologised to no-one.I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch.But one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you.
With all my heart.
I love you.

No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant to this country. But I will never forget the man, and what he meant to me.

- I think I'm in love with you.
- 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.
- You're like naturally smart, and you're not like everyone else. You don't stare at my stomach all the time, you look at my face and every time I see you, the baby starts kicking super hard.

Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea... comes the end of our Fellowship. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

- End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... then you see it!
- What? Gandalf? See what?
- White shores... and beyond. A far green country, under a swift sunrise.

Some people can't believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable— known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you. That could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it’s like to be her angel. To have that love for her, be there for forever. Through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term 'visiting hours' don't apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you— I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you're a genius Will, no one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you.

Happiness only real when shared.

The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences.

For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment, and to call each thing by its right name. By its right name.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, and engineering. These are the noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love - like there has never been in a play.

And all the while I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.

He saved me. In everyway a person can be saved.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

- First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?
- Dammit, Donnie. Why you gotta get all smart on us?

- You're weird
- Sorry
- No, that's a compliment

- Why do you wear that stupid bunny suit?
- Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End.

Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.

At my signal, unleash hell.

Oh yes, the past can hurt. But, you can either run from it or, learn from it.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"

In pretending to be a man in love, he became a man in love.

Good morning! And in case I don't see you: good afternoon, good evening and good night!

When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

We mortals have many weaknesses: we feel too much, hurt too much, all too soon we die, but we do have the chance of love.

- You didn't say the goddamn rendezvous was in a fuckin' basement.
- I didn't know.
- You said it was in a tavern.
- It is a tavern.
- Yeah, in a basement. You know, fightin' in a basement offers a lot of difficulties. Number one being, you're fightin' in a basement!

Find someone who you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. You have to try, because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.

Mio padre, la mia famiglia, il mio paese! Io voglio fottermene! Io voglio scrivere che la mafia è una montagna di merda! Io voglio urlare che mio padre è un leccaculo! Noi ci dobbiamo ribellare. Prima che sia troppo tardi! Prima di abituarci alle loro facce! Prima di non accorgerci più di niente!
fortably share silence.