Too realistic.

Samantha Borgens: There are two kinds of people in this world: hopeless romantics and realists.

Rusty Borgens: Right.

Samantha Borgens: A realist just sees that face and packs it in with every other pretty girl they've ever seen before. The hopeless romantic becomes convinced that God put them on Earth to be with that one person. But there is no God and life is only as meaningful as you fool yourself into thinking it is. Guys who get laid a lot are realists. You should be listening.

My biggest mistake was thinking you could fix me. Only I can fix me.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

Siempre me siento atraído por los lugares en donde he vivido, por las casas y los barrios.

Bye

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Las ventajas de ser invisible.

Ese momento en el que sabes que no eres una triste historia, estás vivo y ves las luces en los edificios y todo lo que te hace preguntarte y estás escuchando esa canción con la gente que más quieres; y en ese momento juro: somos infinitos.

Love.

It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.

When Harry met Sally.

When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Breakfast at Tiffany's.

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

 Paul Varjak

Siempre hay un momento en que el camino se bifurca, cada uno toma una dirección pensando que al final los caminos se volverán a unir. Desde tu camino ves a la otra persona cada vez más pequeña. No pasa nada, estamos hechos el uno para el otro, al final estará ella, pero al final solo ocurre una cosa, llega el puto invierno.
Y de repente te das cuenta que todo ha terminado. Ya no hay vuelta atrás, lo sientes, y justo entonces intentas recordar en qué momento comenzó todo y descubres que todo empezó antes de lo que pensabas... mucho antes... y es ahí justo en ese momento cuando te das cuenta de que las cosas solo ocurren una vez, y por mucho que te esfuerces, ya nunca volverás a sentir lo mismo, ya nunca tendrás la sensación de estar a tres metros sobre el cielo.

the vow.

Nacemos solos. Morimos solos...
Lo demás es una ilusión. Tu eres mi ilusión.

Simplemente no te quiere, Gigi.

“Quizá yo analice cada detalle y me exponga demasiado, pero al menos todavía me importa. ¿Crees que ganaste porque puedes despachar a las mujeres? Quizá no te hieran, ni quedes en ridículo, pero así tampoco te vas a enamorar. Tú no has ganado ¡Estas solo, Alex! Quizá haga muchas idioteces pero estoy mucho más cerca de encontrar a alguien que tú.”

I have met the right person and he's not in love with me, and until I stop loving him, no one else really has a chance.

Rumor has it.

I didn't come here to tell you that I can't live without you. I can live without you. I just don't want to.

'Cause the truth is, I am Madly, Deeply, Truly, Passionately in Love with You.

Dear Claire,

"What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will.

All my love, Juliet

-¿Por qué me siento como un estudiante en día domingo? 
-Ya casi es mañana y no quiero irme. 
- Yo tampoco y siempre me gustó la escuela.