Fémina.

No se ofenda, Daniel, pero usted tiene el problema clásico de los hombres que se casan con una fémina de bandera. La señora Bea, que para mí es y será una santa, está, en el vernáculo popular, para mojar el pan y rebañar el plato con los dedos. En consecuencia, es previsible que crápulas, infelices, chulopiscinas y toda clase de gallitos al uso le vayan detrás.

El Prisionero del Cielo, Carlos Ruiz Zafón.

Fabulous roman yellow candles.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous roman yellow candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everyone goes, awww!


Jack Kerouac.

Re-given.

Cities fall, but they are rebuilt. And heroes die, but they are remembered. We honor them with every brick we lay, with every field we sow, With every child we comfort, and then teach to rejoice in what we have been re-given. Our planet. Our home. So now, let us begin. 

Deep Impact (1998), Mimi Leder.

PD:cualquier speech en la voz de Morgan Freeman garpa grosso.

Disappointed.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Mark Twain.

Right beside you.

Light up, light up

As if you have a choice

Even if you cannot hear my voice

I’ll be right beside you dear

Run, Snow Patrol.

Who we really are.

I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007).

Understanding.

Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami.

The pleasure, the privilege.

And if a double-decker bus crashes in to us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine.

There is a light that never goes out, The Smiths. 

The way I smile.

Sometimes you make me feel like I'm living at the edge of the world, like I'm living at the edge of the world. "It's just the way I smile," you said.

Plainsong. Robert Smith. 

Bizarro crap.

Just because she likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul-mate. 

(500) Days of Summer (2009), Mark Webb.

What else can we do.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.

Time to Pretend, MGMT (2007).

The Laughing Heart

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Charles Bukowski.

Dots.

If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

Steve Jobs, Stanford's 114th Commencement Address.

Reading.

I merely say that all reading for pleasure is escape, whether it be Greek, mathematics, astronomy, Benedetto Croce, or The Diary of the Forgotten Man. To say otherwise is to be an intellectual snob, and a juvenile at the art of living.


The Simple Art of Murder, Raymond Chandler.

Inside us.

Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Stephen King.

Be on your way.

Cause all of the stars have faded away, just try not to worry, you'll see them some day. Take what you need and be on your way, and stop crying your heart out.

Noel Gallagher, Stop crying your heart out.

We live and we die.

In the still of the night, in the world's ancient light, where wisdom grows up in strife, my bewildering brain toils in vain through the darkness on the pathways of life. Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air. Tomorrow keeps turning around. We live and we die, we know not why, but I'll be with you when the deal goes down.

Bob Dylan, When the deal goes down.

 

I've been there.

Have you ever bought a ticket to the Junkie's Boneyard, Roman. It's an unpleasent place, called "Curl up and die". Might sound like a hair salon, but it don't fucking look like one, I could tell ya. It's a terrible sight, and a horrible sound listening to a man, suck in his soul through the hole in the pipe. It's even worse when he tries to tear it back. I've been there, and I've done that. And then I nailed that Demon in a smoke proof coffin, and I did it all with Johnny. I love that man, he's what you call class. And if you had any fucking brains, Roman, you'd love him too. You know his music sales have gone up 1000% in two weeks. You see, Johnny the crackhead, knows that a rocker is worth more dead than alive, silly world isn't it? Mr. Quid does not get his gear from me, he has to travel, far and wide. But do leave me a number, and if, the dead, feels like calling, you'll be the first to know. 

RocknRolla (2008), Guy Ritchie.

Time to get to the sea.

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. 

Hermann Melville, Moby Dick.

Worthless.

Nice tries are worthless.

House M.D., Human Error (2007).

Part of my attention.

I think if your clients want to sit on my shoulders and call themselves tall, they have the right to give it a try - but there's no requirement that I enjoy sitting here listening to people lie. You have part of my attention - you have the minimum amount. The rest of my attention is back at the offices of Facebook, where my colleagues and I are doing things that no one in this room, including and especially your clients, are intellectually or creatively capable of doing. Did I adequately answer your condescending question?

The Social Network (2010), David Fincher.

Live.

Let go of the past and go for the future. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you imagined.

Henry David Thoreau.

In life.

There were people who had a good time in life. I was beginning to realize I wasn't one of them. 

About a Boy, Nick Hornby.

Extra fast.

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up. 

Big Fish (2003), Tim Burton. 

Stone and steel.

In the absence of your touch, and in the absence of loved ones, I have decided I’m throwing my arms around all of Paris because only stone and steel accept my love.

Throwing my arms around Paris, Morrisey.

Home.

You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.

Garden State (2004), Zach Braff.

Indifferent.

The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent. But if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

 

Stanley Kubrick.