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Love and Dreams - QuotesI choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end. For I have had them as if I should one day lose them; I have lost them as if I have them still. Love doesn't have to be received. It can just be. Reservation Dogs I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane. I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. The Fault in Our Stars Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it. Memoirs of a Geisha To me, heaven is where I put a person who I love dearly, who is kind, who is generous, who made a difference in my life and other people's lives. I keep them in a spot in my head, like that front row that you have of all of your friends. And you always have a good feeling when you think of them. What is grief if not love persevering? WandaVision I saw you try and stop the sunset on your own I'll forever want your ancient silver gravity I can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms Kindling (Fickle Flame) Losing people is a part of life, but that doesn't mean you stop letting them in. The Lego Batman Movie It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages. Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it. You can make more money, but you can't make more time. When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time. They told me that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I'm the one who falls in love. You're still my person. Even if I'm not yours. Grey's Anatomy Feelings are much like waves. We cannot stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf. Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist--a master--and that is what Auguste Rodin was--can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is . . . and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be . . . and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. Stranger in a Strange Land They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too. When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part. A Prayer for Owen Meany We accept the love we think we deserve. The Perks of Being a Wallflower Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep They don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. Good Will Hunting Never start fights but always finish them. I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly and then all at once The Fault in Our Stars The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person. Invisible Monsters A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. Sirens of Tita The unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwelling on himself and start paying attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. You get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Jitterbug Perfume I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep... Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane. Looking For Alaska Once, an elderly general practitioner consulted me because of his severe depression. He could not overcome the loss of his wife who had died two years before and whom he had loved above all else. Now, how can I help him? What should I tell him? Well, I refrained from telling him anything but instead confronted him with the question, "What would have happened, Doctor, if you had died first, and your wife would have had to survive you?" "Oh," he said, "for her this would have been terrible; how she would have suffered!" Whereupon I replied, "You see, Doctor, such a suffering has been spared her, and it was you who have spared her this suffering — to be sure, at the price that now you have to survive and mourn her." He said no word but shook my hand and calmly left my office. In some way, suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice. Man's Search for Meaning The world is too big for love to be real. There are too many people in the world to ever know, beyond everything, that you are with the right person. That your heart is as swollen as it can be. Think of all the people in China. It is unlikely anyone will ever meet all of them. How can we know for certain, that trapped inside a foreign language and thumping in a foreign heart there isn’t a love that is meant for us. The infinite possibility of existence, its limitless potential, is the proof that we need that love is nothing more than an imagination, a human folly, friendship swollen with self-importance, a final retreat from the storm of possibility. The love of our life could so easily have been someone else. It is random and accidental, haphazard and unsystematic. That which we feel for one person, clinging on to the delusion of destiny, could so easily be felt for a million people should the timing and the meetings and the mutual readiness have coalesced at some other time in some other place. Should someone else have accepted us or rejected us then everything would have been different. And once we know this, we know that all love is a lie. Not honesty but deception. Not heroism but cowardice. An unspoken agreement of mutual consolidation and compromise, a shield from possibility and a bed in which to sleep, nothing more than that. But I do still miss her. Don't underestimate kindness, gentleness and patience in a man. We are who we've loved Don't be overwhelmed by a man's fancy car, fancy house or fancy clothes. It's really the person inside the care, house and clothes that matters. By the same token, don't be underwhelmed by a less-than-fancy car, house or clohtes. Women can earn the car and house themselves, and you can always buy your man nice clothes, too. We are who we've loved The sun in your eyes makes some of the lies worth believing. If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever. Who are wise in love, love most, say least. A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it. Nothing happens... but first a dream. My dear, life rarely gives us what we want at the moment we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. A Passage To India (contributed by Jenn Tolich) Time is very slow for those who wait, very fast for those who are scared, very long for those who lament, very short for those who celebrate. But, for those who love, time is eternity. How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself. Denny: What I give to you, what - what I share, I do with no one else. I like to think what you give to me, you do with nobody else. Now that - that may sound silly to you. But here's what I think is silly - the idea that jealousy or fidelity is reserved for romance. I always suspected that there was a connection between you and THAT man. That you got something you didn't get from me. Alan: I probably do. But gosh, what I get from you, Denny ... People walk around today calling everyone their "best friend". The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or, at most, third meeting. Birthday cards get passed around offices, so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they've barely met. And everyone just "loves" everyone. As a result, when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you, Denny. YOU are my best friend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend. Not gonna kiss you, however. Boston Legal, On the Ledge Nothing is real til' its gone. Before its too late (contributed by Jon) A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others. The Wizard of Oz (contributed by EYan) I opened myself to you only to be skinned alive. The more vulnerable I became, the faster and more deft your knife. Knowing what was happening, still I stayed and let you carve more. That's how much I loved you. That's how much. I, the Divine (contributed by Alyssa) It was as if nothing quite erased the initial shock of being kissed by someone who was not hers, a kiss that was stolen, claimed from her flippantly, a kiss so abrasively illicit that she seemed to deserve it, as though she was not worth much to begin with. The Interpreter (contributed by Alyssa) Children leave... and parents stay behind. Still, some things are deeper than time and distance. And your father will always be your father...And he will always leave a light on for you. The Wonder Years (contributed by Abhishek Shirali) I just need time to catch my breath before you take it away again. Heroes, Collision The only thing better than singing is more singing. If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts. Mrs. Potter's Lullaby, This Desert Life (contributed by Keenan) Live to the limits they say. Go all out. Give all. And that's what I'd persevered to do for so many years of my life. But sometimes the beauty, the joy, the enticement, excitement of an act, a word, a feeling, a thought, is in fact, magnified where there is reservation. A speck, a smudge, a splatter, or remnants. And because control is with intention, the knowing of it is even more fragile. Vulnerable. Real. But more so, to give all can be stupidly painful when you ain't ready to take it all in. And it can spillout to those whom you affect. And so, I want love, with a price. 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