I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. you know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.
if i had a world of my own everything would be nonsense. nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. and contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn’t be and what it wouldn’t be, it would..
nobody sits like this rock sitsyou rock, rock the rock just sits and is you show us how to just sit here and that's what we need..
Patrick: So she asked you if you had a girlfriend? What did you say?Steve: I said yes. Patrick: Good, Fine. Steve: Of course I did, what else could I say? Patrick: Great. Steve: I-I may have phrased.. it badly. Jeff: How badly can you phrase 'yes'? ... Steve: No ... Patrick: That was quite badly phrased. Steve: Okay! You know I meant to say yes and I missed by one word! I'm so sorry I'm not perfect!!
Jack: Lemon, what tragedy happened in your life that you insist on punishing yourself with all this.. mediocrity?Liz: What, because I’m eating a turkey sub? Jack: Your turkey sub, your clothes, the fact that a women of your resources and position lives like some boxcar hobo, or maybe it’s the fact that while I’m saying all this, you have a piece of lettuce stuck in your hair.
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam? Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
A heart that sighs has not what its desire.
Gurgi’s happy day!!
omissions are betrayals.
you know what’s a weird word? fork.oh my God, someone ate my entire pie! i don’t know how that happened!
I am a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes. I am all random.
The imagination. It’s there to sort out your nightmare, to show you the exit from the maze of your nightmare, to transform the nightmare into dreams, that become your bedrock. If we do not listen to that voice, it dies, it shrivels, it vanishes. The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to get to.
I believe the imagination is the passport that we create to help take us into the real world. I believe the imagination is merely another phrase for what is most uniquely us. Jung says, “The greatest sin is to be unconscious."
The girl worked just to stay alive.She was one of those armies of people who come to New York filled with dreams and end up on a treadmill, working and working, forgetting why they came here.
Marilyn: ..He said you have not only ADD, but a whole battery of psychological disorders that will likely plague you for life.Charlie: Hm. Sounds a bit melodramatic, don’t you think? Marilyn: That’s what I said. Then he went on to imply that you may have inherited it from me. I was rather perturbed. I mean, look at me, I’m fit as a fucking fiddle. Charlie: Can’t argue with that.
I have wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you - kisses that I thought were special because of your lips and your smile and all your color and life. I used to think that was the real you, when you smiled. But now I know you don’t mean any of it. You just save it for all your songs. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight.
Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.
Clementine: Look man, I’m telling you right off the bat, I’m high-maintainance, so… I’m not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you’ve got goin’ there. If you wanna be with me, you’re with me.Joel: Okay. Clementine: Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours. Joel: I remember that speech really well. Clementine: I had you pegged, didn’t I? Joel: You had the whole human race pegged. Clementine: Hmm. Probably. Joel: I still thought you were gonna save my life… even after that. Clementine: Ohhh… I know. Joel: It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round. Clementine: Remember me. Try your best; maybe we can.
Clementine: Joely?Joel: Yeah Tangerine? Clementine: Am I ugly? Joel: Uh-uh. Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. 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. Joel: [kisses Clementine] You’re pretty. Clementine: Joely, don’t ever leave me. Joel: You’re pretty… you’re pretty.. pretty..
Joel: i don’t see anything i don’t like about you.Clementine: but you will! but you will, and i’ll get bored with you and feel trapped, because that’s what happens with me.