I'm not going to tell this story the way that it happened, I'm going to tell it the way I remember it.
_You bite your nails? Its a bad habit. People always tell you that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Bullshit its your hands, thats the sign of a gentleman.
Best kiss ever..
Moments of heaven on earth ..
_Give me your hand. You know what this is? It's my heart...and it's broken. Can you feel it?
.. So men must pay, am I right? Estella will make men weep.
_ I do love the way you dance.
..e vai que se quebra a barreira do toque ;). Pronto, está feito. Está perdido..
Ms. Nora Digger Dinsmoor:
_She's gone! Estella's left for school abroad - Switzerland for two years, then Paris - she's gone! Didn't she say goodbye? Oh! I'm sure she meant to.
...Shell only break your heart, its a fact.
And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the
girl will only hurt you terribly, youll still pursue her. Aint
_Seven Years passed, I stopped going to Paradiso Perduto, I stopped painting. I put aside the fantasy and the wealthy, and the heavenly girl who did not want me. None of it would happen to me again. Id seen through it. I elected to grow up.
Never say never.. ;)
É que a vida dá voltas e voltas...
E quando achamos que já deu as voltas que tinha a dar ..ela dá ainda uma outra..
_Whats it like not to feel anything?
_Lets say there was a little girl, and from the time she
could understand, she was taught to fear... lets say she wastaught to fear daylight. She was taught that it was her enemy, that it would hurt her. And then one sunny day, you ask her to go outside and play and she wont. You cant be angry at her can you?
_I knew that little girl and I saw the light in her eyes, and no matter what you say or do, thats still what I see.
_We are who we are. People dont change.
Por vezes há que confrontar..
_I know what happened - the love of your life left you. Hurts doesn't it?
The price of success..
_The night all of my dreams came true, and like all happy endings,It was a tragedy, Of my device, for I succeeded. I had cut myself loose from Joe, from the past, from the gulf, from poverty I had invented myself. Id done it cruelly, but I had done it. I was free!
_I did it! I did it! I am a wild success! I sold em all, all my paintings. You dont have to be embarrassed by me anymore. Im rich! Isnt that what you wanted? Arent we happy now? Dont you understand that everything I do, I do it for you? Anything that might be special in me, is you..
Por vezes, assim sem mais nem menos, o passado bate à porta, e é só o que é preciso para percebermos o que sempre foi óbvio.
Depois de algum tempo, "fazemos as pazes" connosco, com o passado, com o presente e até com o futuro. Nessa altura, só nos falta uma coisa invariavelmente: voltar ao lugar onde um dia fomos felizes. Só para termos a certeza do que sentimos, ou então, para nos testarmos.. não sei. Mas sei que lugares como esses, carregam em si uma atracção fatal.
Dizem que este é um erro que sempre cometemos.. será?! Algumas vezes sim, algumas vezes não.
_Finn? Is that you?
_Is that your little girl?
_Yes. I had to bring her. I wanted to show her this place.
_Have you been back often?
_So... I hear all about you. You're doing great.
_I'm doing okay.
_Things have been... different for me. For a long time, I kept...
_I think about you. A lot lately.
_Can you ever forgive me?
_Don't you know me at all?