I have grown up in Iowa but travelled around to many, many places and met many, many wonderful people. Even so, whether or not I am there, Iowa is always home and I am always Rome-ward bound (my favorite city in the whole world). Rome is the most unique place where art and urbanism have come together in harmonious chaos over the centuries.
I am currently trying to wrap up my doctorate and find employment in urban design/sustainability. This summer I am guest lecturing for an Iowa State University Community Planning course on sustainability. Come August or so I intend on being done with the bulk of my research and writing and will be ready to begin the next chapter in my life. I forsee a move to whichever job I take and settling in.
I am a romantic pragmatist. Didn't know I existed, did ya? Well, as you can see below, there are most certainly strains of both in me. Come December, I intend on being Dr. Borich, Ph.D.
words
phantasmagorical
autopoiesis
indeed
fancy
perhaps
darling
quixotic
sustainability
whimsical
blustery
books
the tipping point
the power of
many
urban tribes
the creative
class
the alchemist
the death and life of great american cities
self-organization and the city
social movements and networks
multiculturalism by charles taylor
the curious enlightenment of professor caritat
rationality & power
the well-connected community
hidden assets: harnessing the power of informal networks
methods of social movement research
continuous city planning
cradle to cradle
plan b 3.0
sustainable urbanism: urban design with nature
underneath lies magic
getting there: the epic stuggle between road and rail in the american century
tropic of cancer
the unbearable
lightness of being
the outsiders
guns, germs and steel
little chapel on the river: a pub, a town, and a search for what matters most
a place to stand: politcs and persuasion in a working class bar
the paradox of choice
everyday politics
passages
zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
ishmael
warhol
films
11th hour
an inconvenient truth
great gatsby
eternal sunshine
of the spotless mind
being john
malkovich
adaptation
lost in
translation
immortal beloved
thumbsucker
enemy at the
gates
i heart
huckabees
elizabethtown
sexo e lucia
amelie
before sunset
napoleon
dynamite
the unbearable
lightness of being
garden state
like water for
chocolate
the milagro
beanfield war
in the time of butterflies
cinema paradiso
malena
life is
beautiful
1900
breakfast at
tiffanys
roman holiday
atonement
a good year
boondock saints
modigliani
the scene in
american beauty where the plastic bag is floating
iris
frida
bride of the
wind
punch drunk love
sneakers
ususal suspects
thomas crown
affair
napoleon
dynamite
10 items or less
after life (wonderful life)
big fish
il postino
y tu mama
tambien
klimt
death at a funeral
artemisia
paris, je t'aime
reality bites
lucia lucia
cold mountain
romy and
michelle's HS reunion
love actually
office space
memoirs of a
geisha
the pianist
songs
smile by charlie
chaplin FAVORITE SONG
gaelic storm FAVORITE BAND
eternal sunshine
soundtrack FAVORITE SOUNDTRACK
garden state
soundtrack
elizabethtown
soundtrack
gloom, despair and agony on me (hit it!)
when irish eyes are smiling
you are my sunshine
i am sam soundtrack
genevieve waltz
iowa watlz
communication the cardigans
scalliwag
kiss me im irish
spancil hill by andreas
corrs
william elliot whitmore
jefferson county green band
elisa
my skin natalie merchant
ill tell me ma
old friends simon and garfunkel
brenda weiler
aint no sunshine when shes gone
im in love with a girl...im talkin about...
quelqu'un m'a
dit by carla bruni
breathe me by
sia
moon river sung
by audrey hepburn
january rain by
david gray
happy birthday
song of borich family
ninth symphony
by beethoven
good will
hunting soundtrack
daughters by
john mayer
gymnopedie no 1
by erik satie...the song i play on repeat until i am done writing my research and the fat printer sings
carnival town
and painter song by norah jones
willie nelson's
stardust album
ingrid bergman
by billy bragg and wilco
beth orton gotta
love her
the corrs home
album
fiona apple
waltz
audrey hepburn
moon river
rewind
stereophonics
damien rice
nina simone
fela kuti
pete yorn
a biography
through people
andreas the
irishman
joshua in chicago
joshua koch
the girl i lived
with in rome
bob collins
ripal and sonal
sharon the elder
irish lass
charles shaw
douglas in chicago
elena disabato
gaelic storm
jen minard
julie
joel
charlie
joe ward
leah, victoria's secret angel
chris the cook
frida kahlo
marlene detrich
robin williams
brenda jones, my second mom
bill boone
audrey hepburn
daniel day lewis
lena olin
angelina jolie
johnny depp
jennifer armstrong
tom mctighe
rubina khan
david sidney
tangerine/clementine
elvira from sweden
jason from jonathans angels
the lawyer who took me to the castle
for my 21st bday
jon the artist
sarah, always in a rut
psycho
psycho b
crazy person
mental patient
devil incarnate
delusional coward
landon
jason in rome on the aventine
emily the hockey player
david s
annalize
lisa media
kristen the lost one
the boy from canada i met at
sonotheque
beautiful melissa
lovely kelly
christina the philosopher
jason finkelman
missy galore
marco (not polo)
emily talen
jeanette borich
timothy borich
briseis
jim the poet
the immortal beloved one
emily baxter
kate baxter
tony borich
linda my agate instructor, RIP
liz beck
the bartender that gave the best kisses
the turk who tried to rollerblade
jess, the most fabulous lady. ever.
that guy in rome i met at
michelangelos reading
that guy i met on my birthday in st.
louis at bar k
joe from camp
the other joe, from england, from camp playing his guitar
michael dugan
phil clemens
elsa
pete the golfer
rob pog the editor
sarah fair
tim borich
jeanette borich
becca laesch
kanno kuramoto
colin firth
jean marie borich
Alma Mahler
kamau laravier
chris hartman
leonardo di vinci
klimt
toulouse lautrec
fernando
dom edwards
stephanie moore
steve the pool director, RIP
zach borders
eric johnston
marty baxter
jefferson county green bandjoe borich
hsaio-hui
zachary
claudia and lizbeth
gaelic storm
douglas milburn
Egon Schiele
steve mcclain
mike garcia
rose marshak
artemisia gentileschi
hank kaczmarski
kay bear the counselor
michael shald
sarah eddy
ben hidalgo
rob rose
cody sokolski
scott glassman
marty baxter
michael borich
elaine borich, RIP
joeseph borich, RIP
hank bowman, RIP
and, in her way, marvetta, RIP
dirty face, RIP
kandinsky
dan lavoie
opera student before flight
bernini's figurative sculpture
rodin
victor cortez the artist
nikil prashar
lindsay bresser
andy from the REC
rob the hockey player
denise the nurse
tracy who loves kites
caravaggio
shakespeare
victoria caciopoli
stephen anderson the crazy canuk
spring break mtv
sonya the angel
mathias riede
frank wondra
justin and kate
monica
brian bialeschki
anna galea
roman
mark farrugia
bill blunck, coquet mania god
liz blair
abby snyder
kelli
kate the drama teacher
dahlia bousaid
christina langel
scott the memory that was better than the reality turned out to be
errol
a biography
through moments
finnegins, rome
pantheon 4am
new years dsm
finding that i
had missed the boy
new years malta
gaelic storm
HOB, 2005
gaelic storm the
irish cottage
after the
concert meeting the old irish soul
GS pella
chi masonic
emergency room at 3am
my dad telling
me i can have moments of brilliance
london emergency
room
crying in the
parking lot afraid of loosing someone that i never really had
realizing when alcohol was his vice
northwest flight
from amsterdam
sledding at
midnight
down by the dock
with joe playing guitar at half moon
christina, the
boat, philosophy, pizza, beer
ventura beach
driving through
galena hills
knowing kevin's
wellies
my birthday
habits
100 feet in the
air in a metal mesh tube, st. louis
city museum
caves, first time
getting lost in rome, ramada inn
emergency room
after nut tea
the train back
from iowa
the sunset atop
the aventine hill
the lights about
the janiculum
the pantheon,
almost to asian joint
big mamas
dancing in the
rain, mike n mollys
ravi shankar
mother popcorn
cafe paradiso,
the moment
rollerblading
and the wipeout
rickshaw in
denver
fiesta del fuego
dancing alone in
a room on christmas in rome
8 courses at
marco's
underground bar
on birthday
also the one
under the park
staring at
bernini sculpture
playing pool
with bill
chicago trip at
sonotheque
second city
seattle at a gay
bar
seattle at piano bar
new york taxi
camping half
moon
watching the
spiders outside in loop
watching people
watch red shoes
camping family
mathias in
chicago
dahlia visit and
party
st paddys boston
listening to the
piano at 4am where i am not supposed to be
walking home jan
7 at 4am
stippling at CoD
building at
civitas
st joe, missouri
wisconsin family
reunion
new years in
chicago with fireworks
fourth of july in chicago with fireworks
realizing last moments at cleos
bbq's with rec
staff
golf carts at
rec
the quad
learning
cribbage
cribbage at
crane
the ol troll bar
joint graduation
party
shopping with
tony
rome with a
broken heel
the ride to the
airport after
the opening of
civitas
boltini
unveiling
the ditch
after hours rome
dancing in
stutgartt
rose bowl
birthday
springfield
cold airs
sleeping 19
hours
the sandpit
there
driving in ames
having a talk
ankeny and amy's
whirlpool
diving to
practice with matt
playing ball
with kem
the walk
afterwards
sandbox at three
mary ann's
science fair
rubina and
toms--every time
fondue
walking home at
six am in may after first year grad school
driving to the
airport in charlottesville
the freshmen
creativity competition
life guarding
course at nock-a-mixon
stuffed bunnies
at easter
floating in '93
at the cabin
seeing zack and
emily
memorial day weekend at chimney rock...canoeing in rain
lights never
gonna get any greener
brenda and
stories
watching the
rain trickle on the cobblestones under the arch
the chinese
restaurant stealing in manchester
samantha and
dancing in long island
watching the
stars on the back dock
wine at jen's
dancing in the
rain in rome
holding
grandma's hand
buying the tee
pee in downtown sioux falls
playing dominos
there
new orleans
talking with the bartender
that town and
the nice dinner
the grand canyon
prancing to get
rid of hiccups
boxing on
birthday
quotes
(keep in mind
as a personal list of movie quotes
this
does not reflect me professionally)
"i am an open canvas, and everyone i meet adds a little color to me. when i come to the end of my life i hope i am the most beautiful mosaic in the world."
"'I made them happy,' Babette says with pride. 'That happiness is the accomplishment of great art and of great love, of the material with which the artist works, and of the public that she serves.'" - Babette's Feast
PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Carrie's Poem
His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was "I do"
Four Weddings and a Funeral
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever;
I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now:
put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
-W. H. Auden
You’ve Got Mail
Do you ever feel like you've become the worst version of yourself?
So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?
What about you? Is there someone else?
No... not someone else... a dream of someone else...
American Beauty
i guess i could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much may heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and then if flows through me like rain and i can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure but don't worry you will someday.
Breakfast at Tiffanys
Cross my heart and kiss my elbows...
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken. 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, yet you're terrified that somebody's gonna put you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in a cage and you built it yourself. And it's not bound on the east by Somali Land or on the west by Tulip, Texas. It's everywhere you go. Because no matter where you run, you're always going to end up running into yourself.
Bridget Jones Diary
But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much.
I like you just the way you are.
Before Sunset
Celine: [Celine's song] Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts / Let me sing you a waltz / About this one night stand / You were, for me, that night / Everything I always dreamt of in life / But now you're gone / You are far gone / All the way to your island of rain / It was for you just a one night thing / But you were much more to me, just so you know / I don't care what they say / I know what you meant for me that day / I just want another try, I just want another night / Even if it doesn't seem quite right / You meant for me much more than anyone I've met before / One single night with you, little Jesse, is worth a thousand with anybody / I have no bitterness, my sweet / I'll never forget this one night thing / Even tomorrow in other arms, my heart will stay yours until I die / Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my blues / Let me sing you a waltz / About this lovely one night stand
Celine: Memory's a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.
Jesse: Life's hard. It's supposed to be. If we didn't suffer, we'd never learn anything.
Celine: You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.
Captain Corellis Mandolin
When you fall in love it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Love is not breathlessness. It is not excitement. It is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. That is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.
Casablanca
Of all the gin joints in all the ports in all the world, she had to come walking into mine.
You'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Here's looking at you, kid.
We'll always have paris.
Emma
Maybe it is our imperfections which make us so perfect for one another.
Field of Dreams
You once wrote, there comes a time when all the cosmic tumblers have clicked into place and the universe opens it’s self up for a few seconds to show you what’s possible.
…You know we just don't recognize the most significant moments of our lives while their happening, back then I thought, well, they’ll be other days, I didn’t realize that was the only day.
Je T'aime Paris
Carol: Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I'd never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn't know what. Maybe it was something I'd forgotten or something I've been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
Gaspard: It's amazing. As soon as I saw you, I needed to talk. It's like... I don't know. A strong, weird feeling. I thought, if I don't talk to you before I go, I'd be missing out on... something... important. Beautiful. You work in a beautiful place. I didn't want to miss the chance to talk to you. It's dumb, but... Never mind. May I? [sits down] Gaspard: You believe in soul mates? Finding your other half? You like jazz? Charlie Parker... and Kurt Cobain. I love him! Whatever. Here's my number. I'd really like to talk with you, if you call me, more seriously and... for longer, especially.
Garden State
Sam: My mom always says that, when she can see I'm like working something out in my head, she's like, 'you're in it right now' and I'm looking at you're telling this story, and you're definitely in it.
Sam: You gotta hear this one song, it'll change your life I swear.
Sam: This is your one opportunity to do something that no one has ever done before and that no one will copy throughout human existence. And if nothing else, you will be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing.
Elizabethtown
Claire Colburn: Trust me. Everybody is less mysterious than they think they are.
Claire Colburn: I think I've been asleep most of my life.
Drew Baylor: Me too.
Claire Colburn: What they say is, it *will* hit you, it could be ten minutes or it could be ten years from now.
Claire Colburn: Hey, you're only 45 minutes away. You wanna meet halfway and see the sunrise? At this point it's probably easier to stay up!
Drew Baylor: You think so?
Claire Colburn: I think that's what "they" say!
Claire Colburn: To have never taken a solitary road trip across country? I mean everybody's got to take a road trip, at least once in their lives. Just you and some music
Drew Baylor: Because we have a moment here, let me tell you that I have recently become a secret connoisseur of 'last looks'. You know the way people look at you when they believe it's for the last time? I've started collecting these looks.
Claire Colburn: I want you to get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.
Claire Colburn: I'm going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.
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.
Fools Rush In
You are everything I never knew I always wanted.
You will never know love unless you surrender to it.
French Kiss
I can understand that. I mean, you can disconnect from everything but a kiss. A kiss is so intimate--two peoples' lips together, their breath a little bit of their souls... I just meant that a kiss is where the romance is.
Ghost
Sam: I love you Molly. I've always loved you. Molly: Ditto.
It's amazing Molly, the love inside...you take it with you.
Gladiator
What we do in life, echoes an eternity.
There was a dream that was Rome. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish, it was so fragile.
Amelie
I like to look for things no one else catches. I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old movies.
Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.
Good Will Hunting
You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you're perfect for each other. That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about.
Maybe we can get together and eat a bunch of caramels.
What do you mean?
When you think about it, it's as arbitrary as drinking coffee.
If I asked 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, 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, to be there forever.
No, I'm not kiddin' you, Will. That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her.I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick. And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don't regret missin' the damn game. That's regret.
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?
[Will nods]
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.
Sean: I just slid my ticket across the table and I said, "Sorry guys, I gotta see about a girl."
Will: I gotta go see about a girl?
Sean: Yeah.
Will: That's what you said? And they let you get away with that?
Sean: Oh yeah. They saw in my eyes that I meant it. Will: You're kiddin' me. Sean: No, I'm not kiddin' you, Will. That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick. And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don't regret missin' the damn game. That's regret.
Love Actually
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspision love actually is all around.
Life is a House
You know the great thing though? Is that change can be so constant that you don't even feel the difference until there is one. It can be so slow that you don't know your life is better, or worse, until it is. Or it can just blow you away, make you something different in an instant. It happened to me.
Unbearable Lightness of Being
Sabina : I've met another man. He's the best man I've ever met. He's bright, handsome and he's crazy about me. And, he's married. There's only one thing; he doesn't like my hat.
Life is such a weight for me, and it is so light for you. That lightness is too unbearable for me.
Your hat makes me want to cry.
Betrayal means breaking ranks and going off into the unknown. Sabina knew of nothing more magnificent... Her pursuit of freedom leads her to complete isolation and freedom in America.
"The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, in spite of yourself."
-Victor Hugo
Sexo u Lucia
Lorenzo: The first advantage is at the end of the story, it doesn't finish, it falls in a hole. And the story starts again halfway. The other advantage, and the biggest, is that you can change course along the way. If you let me. If you give me time.
Elena: All the time you want.
Meet Joe Black
Find someone who you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back... To make the journey and not fall deeply in love-- well, you haven't really lived a life at all. But you have to try, because if you havent tried, you havent lived...Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike!
You said you liked me.
No.
You didn't?
I said, I liked you so much. We know so little about each other.
But we've got time.
I wish you could've known my father.
Me too, me too.
What do we do now?
It'll come to us.
...take that multiply it by infinity; take it to the depths of forever; and you will still only have a glimpse of what I am talking about.
To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all.
I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dirvish...Yeah be deliriously happy or at least leave yourself open to be. I know it's a cornball thing, but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels, find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head and you listen to your heart. The truth is, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
Music From Another Room
(On what love is like) You know how when you're listening to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway... then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again you're still in exact same time with it. That's what it's like.
My Girl 2
"Smile though your heart is aching, Smile, even though it's breaking, When there are clouds, In the sky you'll get by, If you smile through your fears and sorrows, Smile and maybe tomorrow, You'll see the sun come shining through if you, Light up your face with gladness, Hide every trace of sadness, Although a tear may be ever so near, That's the time you must keep on trying, Smile, what's the use of crying, You'll find that life is still worthwhile, If you just smile."
- Charlie Chaplin
A River Runs Through It
Like many fly fisherman in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. then the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existance fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of thoses rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
Either we do not know what part of ourselves to give, or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. So it is those who we live with and love and should know that elude us. But we can still reach out to them, we can love completely without complete understanding.
Sabrina
Paris is always a good idea.
Dear Dad, This is my last letter from Paris, I may even be home before you get it. Don't worry about picking me up I'd like to suprise you. It's strange, it's gone by so fast, Gertrude Stine said America is my country and Paris is my hometown, I'll always feel that way about Paris I want so much for you to know what it's meant to me. I cross the street some is playing La Vie En Rose. They do it for the tourists but I'm always suprised at how it moves me. It means seeing life through rose colored glasses. Only in Paris where the light is pink does that song make sense, but I'll have it in my pocket when I get home, and carry it with me where ever I go, Love to you Dad
I've been following in footsteps all my life. Save me, Sabrina fair, you're the only one who can.
Shakespeare in Love
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...over-throws 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.
This is not life, Will. It is a stolen season.
Shawshank Redemption
I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.
Steel Magnolias
I'd rather have thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.
The Truth About Cats and Dogs
Did you ever look in the mirror so long that your face doesn't make sense any more? It just becomes all these shapes. Just shapes. Not good or bad.
When Harry Met Sally
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to begin as soon as possible.
With Honors
Woman. Ain't they perfect? Don't matter if they are skinny, fat, blonde or blue. If a woman is willing to give you her love, it's the greatest gift in the world.
