• "destiny is something we've invented because we can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental."

——— sleepless in seattle

• "so you failed. alright you really failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you failed. you think i care about that? i do understand. you wanna be really great? then have the courage to fail big and stick around. make them wonder why you're still smiling."

——— elizabethtown

• "the world will break your heart ten ways to sunday. that's guaranteed. i can't begin to explain that. or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. but guess what? sunday's my favorite day again. i think of what everyone did for me, and i feel like a very lucky guy."

——— silver linings playbook

• "god says we need to love our enemies. it hard to do. but it can start by telling the truth. no one had ever asked me what it feel like to be me. once i told the truth about that, i felt free. and i got to thinking about all the people i know. and the things i seen and done. my boy trelaw always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. i guess it's gonna be me."

——— the help

• "then let me say one more thing. it'll clear the air. i may have come close, but i never had what you two have. something always held me back or stood in the way. how you live your life is your business, just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. right now, there's sorrow, pain. don't kill it and with it the joy you've felt."

——— call me by your name

• "sometimes it's the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine."

——— the imitation game

• "sometimes i think i have felt everything i'm ever gonna feel. and from here on out, i'm not gonna feel anything new. just lesser versions of what i've already felt."

——— her

• "another lover hits the universe. the circle is broken. but with death comes rebirth. and like all lovers and sad people, i am a poet."

——— kill you darlings

• "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'd 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. who 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 forever, through anything, through cancer. and you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. you don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. and i doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. and 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. but you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. you're an orphan right? you think i know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because i read oliver twist? does that encapsulate you? personally... i don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, i can't learn anything from you, i can't read in some fuckin' book. unless you want to talk about you, who you are. then i'm fascinated. i'm in. but you don't want to do that do you sport? you're terrified of what you might say. your move, chief."

——— good will hunting

• "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, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

——— dead poets society