“Abby: We had sex.
Hank: Don’t do that. Don’t reduce it. That was not sex. That was naked poetry. I mean, if we had let them hook up cables to our private parts, I bet we could’ve lit up the entire Sunset Strip.”
(Californication)
“Abby: We had sex.
Hank: Don’t do that. Don’t reduce it. That was not sex. That was naked poetry. I mean, if we had let them hook up cables to our private parts, I bet we could’ve lit up the entire Sunset Strip.”
(Californication)
“If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.”
(Marilyn Monroe)
"Emma: You make my heart have premature ventricular contractions
Adam: What?
Emma: You make my heart skip a beat"
(“No strings attached”)
Quero apenas cinco coisas..
Primeiro é o amor sem fim
A segunda é ver o outono
A terceira é o grave inverno
Em quarto lugar o verão
A quinta coisa são teus olhos
Não quero dormir sem teus olhos.
Não quero ser... sem que me olhes.
Abro mão da primavera para que continues me olhando.
(Pablo Neruda)
"If this was us meeting for the first time, I'd do it all again. Everything, the fucks, fuck ups, everything, I'd do it all again."
(James Cook – Skins)
“Todas as cartas de amor são
Ridículas.
Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem
Ridículas.
Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,
Como as outras,
Ridículas.
As cartas de amor, se há amor,
Têm de ser
Ridículas.
Mas, afinal,
Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram
Cartas de amor
É que são
Ridículas.”
(Álvaro de Campo)
Feliz Dia de São Valentim!
E agora vão lá escrever/dizer a alguém o quanto gostam dele/dela, tá?
“The truth is, doesn't really matter how broken your heart is, or how tired your body is, 'cause there's a thing called hope. If there's some hope, that will eventually keep you safe from dispair.”
(Miss Daisy in Dias Im(perfeitos))
"The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn't matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark."
(Barbara Hall)
"Ever tried? Ever failed? No matter. Try again. Fail again.
Fail better."
(Samuel Beckett)
“That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works.”
(Boris Yellnikoff, in Whatever Works)