Ilsa: I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met... Rick: Was La Belle Aurore. Ilsa: How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris. Rick: Not an easy day to forget. Ilsa: No. Rick: I re...
Marcus Aurelius: You have proven your valor once again, Maximus. Let us hope for the last time. Maximus: There is no one left to fight, sire. Marcus Aurelius: There is always someone left to fight. How can I reward Rome's greatest general? Maximus: L...
Harry: 'Come seek us where our voices sound'. Hermione: The Black Lake, that's obvious. Harry: 'An hour long you'll have to look'. Hermione: Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic... Harry: Potentially problematic? When was the las...
Ambassador Andrei Lysenko: There is another matter... one I'm reluctant to... Dr. Jeffrey Pelt: Please. Ambassador Andrei Lysenko: One of our submarines, an Alfa, was last reported in the area of the Grand Banks. We have not heard from her for some t...
[last lines] Henry: I want to go home. Mr. Goodkat: Neither of us is going home for a long time, kid. [Goodkat turns on the car radio] Mr. Goodkat: My name is Goodkat. You can call me Mr. Goodkat. [a song called 'Kansas City Shuffle' begins to play o...
Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate? Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them. Theoden: For death and glory. Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people. Theoden: The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one...
Bill: You know, I heard you had a tough time last year. But they say if you make one friend on your first day you're doing okay. Charlie: Thank you, sir, but if my English teacher is the only friend I make today, that would be sorta depressing.
Jeff: I just can't figure it. He went out several times last night in the rain carrying his sample case. Stella: Well, he's a salesman, isn't he? Jeff: Well, what would he be selling at three o'clock in the morning? Stella: Flashlights. Luminous dial...
[last lines] Charles Xavier: The past: a new and uncertain world. A world of endless possibilities and infinite outcomes. Countless choices define our fate: each choice, each moment, a moment in the ripple of time. Enough ripple, and you change the t...
The last time I heard real screaming in the theatre was when I went to see a movie I did years ago, called 'Wait Until Dark.' Now, my mother was the least emotional person on the planet, but when I got killed in the movie, she stood up and screamed, ...
When I started writing full time I had not long stopped being a teacher and when at last I had a full day to write, I would put music on and wonder to myself - am I allowed to do this? Then I thought: 'I am control of this and no one is telling me wh...
The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin ...
Nobody told me about him [my grandfather], and he died when I was six, and yet within the last year or two, that strange Indian summer of remembrance that comes to us in the leisured times when the children have been born and we have time to think, h...
This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.
I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.
Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.
It was impossible to understand how brief it is. It seemed like youth would last so long; it would last forever. But it's just a blink.
If, living in the world, you refuse to be a part of it, you will help others out of this chaos - not in the future, not tomorrow, but now.
There must be a certain amount of imitation, copying, in outward technique, but when there is inward, psychological imitation surely we cease to be creative.
Humans seem to have an innate drive to master other creatures.
They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
