Santiago: Just as this flesh is pink now, soon it will turn gray and wrinkled with age. Mortal Woman on Stage: [weeping] Let me live. I don't care! Santiago: Then why should you care if you die now?
Helen: I love you, but if we're going to make this work, you have to be more than Mr. Incredible. You know that, don't you? Priest: ...so long as you both shall live? Bob: I do.
Bill: Isn't it supposed to be bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding? Tommy Plympton: Well, let's just say I like to live dangerously. Bill: I know just what you mean.
Volodja: I killed myself and went to heaven and yeah, it's really good in heaven. But I regret it, 'cause I wanted to live on earth a little longer. You remain dead for all eternity, but you're alive only for a brief moment.
One Stab: Tristan died in 1963. The moon of the popping trees. He was last seen up in the North Country, where the hunting was still good. His grave is unmarked, but it does not matter. He had always lived in the borderland anyway, somewhere between ...
George: I always thought of myself as a house. I was always what I lived in. It didn't need to be big. It didn't even need to be beautiful. It just needed to be mine. I became what I was meant to be. I built myself a life. I built myself a house.
George: I always thought of myself as a house. I was always what I lived in. It didn't need to be big; it didn't need to be beautiful; it just needed to be mine. I became what I was meant to be. I built myself a life... I built myself a house.
George: What would you do if you had three or four months to live? Nurse #1: Um... I'd eat a lot of red meat? George: Good for you. Nurse #1: What would you do? George: Build a house.
Jack Crabb: [after the sergeant shoots Shadow] There was no describing how I felt: an enemy had saved my life from the violent murder of one of my best friends... The world was too ridiculous to even bother to live in.
Adult Pi Patel: Faith is a house with many rooms. Writer: But no room for doubt? Adult Pi Patel: Oh plenty, on every floor. Doubt is useful, it keeps faith a living thing. After all, you cannot know the strength of your faith until it is tested.
[the Fellowship is walking through Lothlorien] Gimli: They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell... and are never seen again.
Marcello Rubini: [to Emma] A man who agrees to live like this is a finished man, he's nothing but a worm! I don't believe in your aggressive, sticky, maternal love! I don't want it, I have no use for it! This isn't love, it's brutalization!
[Joshua blasts his way into Murtaugh's house and finds it empty. In the living room, 1951's "Scrooge" is playing on the television] Ebeneezer Scrooge: Tell me, what day is it? Mrs. Dilber: What day? Mr. Joshua: [shoots the television] Goddamn Christm...
Mud: Tom's had lives you'd never even know about. Grew up up north,went to Yale. For a long time he was a paid assassin for the CIA. Flew to Cuba in '63. He's killed more people than y'all probably ever met.
Brigid O'Shaughnessy: I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad, worse than you could know. Sam Spade: You know, that's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere.
Paul: Nostalgia is denial - denial of the painful present... the name for this denial is golden age thinking - the erroneous notion that a different time period is better than the one one's living in - it's a flaw in the romantic imagination of those...
Max Rockatansky: I am the one that runs both from the living and the dead. Hunted by scavengers, haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland, reduced to one instinct: survive.
Noodles: I'm not interested in friends from those places, and I don't trust politicians! Noodles: You're still acting like a street schmuck! You know, if we'd listened to you, we'd still be rolling out drunks for a living!
[Deborah orders her maid Margo to leave her alone with Noodles] Noodles: She called you Miss... you never got married? Deborah Gelly: No. Noodles: Do you live alone? Deborah Gelly: No.
Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.
Grandpa: It was ten days to the wedding. The King still lived, but Buttercup's nightmares were growing steadily worse. The Grandson: See, didn't I tell you she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck? Grandpa: Yes, you're very smart. Shut up.
