Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon.
But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me.
It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally.
If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes.
Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly.
But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise.
So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again.
Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends.
Dad, I may not be the best, but I come to believe that I got it in me to be somebody in this world. And it's not because I'm so different from you either, it's because I'm the same. I mean, I can be just as hard-headed, and just as tough. I only hope I can be as good a man as you.
Andrógino es el término con el cual se refiere a las personas en las cuales sus rasgos externos no son propios ni del sexo masculino ni femenino, entrando así en un término medio.
El término fue mencionado por primera vez por Platón, que en su obra El Banquete menciona a un ser especial que reunía en su cuerpo el sexo masculino y el femenino y/o masculino-masculino y femenino-femenino.
Según cuenta el mito, estos seres intentaron invadir el Monte Olimpo, lugar donde viven los dioses, y Zeus, al percatarse de esto, les lanzó un rayo, quedando éstos divididos. Desde entonces, se dice que el hombre y la mujer andan por la vida buscando su otra mitad.
Muchas veces habrás escuchado una teoría que interpreta el amor como una fuerza que empuja a una persona a buscar su complemento psicológico en la relación de pareja con otra persona (su "media naranja").
My Love for you overwhelms logic and common sense. I planned on falling in love with you, but I know you didn’t plan on falling in love with me. But once you turned to me and trusted that I will take care of you, our relationship began. I have always loved you, despite your indifference to me and once you realized this, you were able to see how unique and beautiful everything I created is. For me, Love like I feel for you has been happening since before I created the universe and that’s why every minute we spend together has been seared in My memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it and I’ll never leave you. I can’t wait to spend eternity with you. I’ll explain everything you’ve been wondering about when you get here. Until then, my letter explains everything you need to know right now. If you have any other questions just ask. I’ll always answer
A young woman who believes she's a cyborg hears voices and harms herself while at work making radios. She's hospitalized in a mental institution where she eats nothing and talks to inanimate objects. She's Young-goon, granddaughter of a woman who thought she was a mouse (and whose dentures Young-goon wears) and a mother who's a butcher without much social grace. Young-goon comes to the attention of Il-sun, a ping-pong playing patient at the institution who makes it his goal to get her to eat. Will he succeed? Which way does sanity lie?
Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees."And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange
Charlyne Yi embarks on a quest across America to make a documentary about the one subject she doesn't fully understand: Love. Michael Cera becomes the object of her affection. Weaving together reality and fantasy, Paper Heart combines elements of documentary and traditional storytelling to bring a fresh perspective to the modern romance.
Charlyne Yi does not believe in love. Or so she says. Well, at the very least, she doesn't believe in fairy-tale love or the Hollywood mythology of love, and her own experiences have turned her into another modern-day skeptic. Charlyne embarks on a quest across America to make a documentary about the one subject she doesn't fully understand. As she and her good friend Nick search for answers and advice about love, Charlyne talks with friends and strangers, scientists, bikers, romance novelists, and children. They each offer diverse views on modern romance, as well as various answers to the age-old question: Does true love really exist?
I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I've seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT... NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU'RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY... NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Si alquien ama una flor de la que no existe más que un ejemplar en todos los millones y millones de estrellas, le basta eso para ser feliz cuando la mira. Piensa: "Mi flor está allí, en alguna parte..."
Studying is hard and boring. Teaching is hard and boring.
So, what you're telling me is to be bored, and then bored,
and finally bored again, but this time for the rest of my life?
This whole stupid country is bored!
There's no life in it, or color, or fun!
It's probably just as well the Russians are going to drop a nuclear bomb on us any day now.
So my choice is to do something hard and boring, or to marry my... Jew, and go to Paris and Rome and listen to jazz, and read, and eat good food in nice restaurants, and have fun! It's not enough to educate us anymore Ms. Walters. You've got to tell us why you're doing it.
This effectively combines three of my great fears: the dark, heights, and public nudity.
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it
I feel like if someone were to touch me, I'd dissolve into molecules
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?
I Was Like, Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?
I'm not crying because you're mean. I just can't imagine how incredibly painful it must be to be you
You know, if you're going to suggest therapy, don't. I'm living proof it doesn't work
Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less...
I want to forget everything that has happened to me before. I want to freeze this moment... forever.
I apply my personality like in movie situations
What if you had a second chance to find true love?
Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression
Honestly, if you're not willing to sound stupid you don't deserve to be in love.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side
I need someone to shut off my brain and turn on my heart
I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me
Some things are true whether you believe them or not
I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it
ln life for every action there is a definite and distinct reaction
First, you fight with your head, then you fight with your heart
Barbara Novak: I'm not gonna storm out of here, Catch. AndI'm not gonna admit that you got Barbara Novak to fall in love... because I'm not Barbara Novak. There is no Barbara Novak.
Catcher Block: Huh?
Barbara Novak: And I didn't fall in love with Zip Martin. I fell in love with Catcher Block.
And that was a year ago, when for three and a half weeks,
I worked as your secretary.
I don't expect you to remember me. I wasn't a blond then. But you did ask me out.
Andit broke my heart to say no, but I loved you too much. I couldn't bear to become just another notch in your bedpost. With your dating habits, I knew that even if I was lucky enough to get a regular spot on your rotating schedule...I would never have your undivided attention long enough for you to fall in love with me.
I knew I had to do something to set myself apart. I knew I had to quit my job as your secretary... and write an international best-seller controversial enough... to get the attention of a New York publisher as well as "KNOW" magazine... but insignificant enough that as long as I went unseen, "KNOW" magazine's star journalist would refuse to do a cover story about it. I knew that every time we were supposed to meet, you would get distracted by one of your many girlfriends and stand me up... and this would give me a reason to fight with you over the phone... and declare that I wouldn't meet with you for a hundred years.
And then all I would have to do was be patient and wait... the two or three weeks it would take for everyone in the world to buy a copy of my best-seller - and then I would begin to get the publicity I would need for you... to, one, see what I look like, and, two, see me denounce you in public as the worst kind of man.
I knew that this would make you wanna get even by writing one of your exposés. And in order to do that, you would have to go undercover, assume a false identity and pretend to be the kind of man who would make the kind of girl I was pretending to be fall in love.
And I knew that since I was pretending to be a girl who would have sex on the first date you would have pretend to be a man who wouldn't have sex for several dates.
And in doing so, we would go out on lots of dates to all the best places and all the hit shows until finally, one night, you would take me back to your place - that you were pretending was someone else's - in order to get the evidence you needed to write your exposé... by seducing me until I said, "I love you."
But saying "I love you" was also my plan.
I just wanted to tell you the truth so that when you heard me say, "I love you" you would know that I knew who you were, and you would know who I was.
Then you, the great Catcher Block, would know that you'd been beaten at your own game... by me, Nancy Brown, your former secretary. And I would have, once and for all, set myself apart from all the other girls you've known, all those other girls that you never really cared about, by making myself someone like the one person you really love and admire above all others: you.
Then, when you realized that you had finally met your match... I would have at last gained the respect that would make you wanna marry me first and seduce me later.
I just wanted you to hear all this from me before you heard it from your private eye.