It can be difficult to leave a long-term relationship, even when our inner-wisdom tells us it's time to let go. At this point, we can choose let go and endure the intense pain of leaving behind the familiar to make way for a new chapter in our life. ...
In general, I try and distinguish between what one calls the Future and “l’avenir” [the ‘to come]. The future is that which – tomorrow, later, next century – will be. There is a future which is predictable, programmed, scheduled, foreseea...
Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because they imagine it is the only thing that stops women laughing at them. In it they can reduce women to the status of objects. That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, ...
Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. An...
Know ye not that there is here in this world a secret confraternity, which one might call the Company of Melancholiacs? That people there are who by natural constitution have been given a different nature and disposition than the others; that have a ...
Teammates...were fine things. Piling onto the bus before the game, edgy with shared nerves, egging one another on with the genial, meaningless phrase C'mon, you guys!, collapsing back into the same seats for the ride home—the sense of striving in a...
J. Algernon Hawthorne: [Russell takes a swing at him and misses] So it's fisticuffs you want, is it? Right, stick 'em up! J. Russell Finch: Don't hit me! Don't hit me! [Hawthorne chases him around the car, until the two bump into one another] J. Alge...
Hank Palmer: [addressing crowd of ruffians] Possession of a controlled substance? Domestic violence? That's you. You all right, honey? What other random myriad of fucking misdemeanors is gonna come to light while you're drawing out in the slammer? Fa...
Dr. Alan Grant: Kids! You want to have one of those? Dr. Ellie Sattler: I don't want that kid, but a breed of child Dr. Grant could be intriguing. I mean, what's so wrong with kids? Dr. Alan Grant: Oh, Ellie, look, they're noisy, they're messy, they'...
Dr. Frederick Chilton: I am going to show you why we insist on such precautions. On the evening of July 8th, 1981, he complained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary. His mouthpiece and restraints were removed for an EKG. When the nurse lea...
Father Bobby: I'm telling you as a witness... and as a priest. We were at the game. Michael: Yes, as a priest, and a priest wouldn't lie? Am I right? Father Bobby: A priest with ticket stubs wouldn't need to lie. I always keep the stubs. Do you want ...
Mayor Grundy: Next, a newcomer to the Pie Eat, but one we expect great things from in the future. Young master David Hogan! Bill Travis: [Trips Lardass, who falls and hits his large belly on the stage] Are you all right, young man? Lardass Heckler #1...
The Joker: Joker here. TV Technician: We got interference. Call the OB unit, will ya? The Joker: Now you fellas have said some pretty mean things. Some of which *were* true under that fiend, Boss Grissom. He *was* a thief, and a terrorist. On the oth...
Beetlejuice: [Trying to get Lydia to guess his name, he makes a beetle appear] Hi! How're ya doin? Lydia: [Gasps] Ah B-Beetle! Beetlejuice: Yes! Now for part two... Lydia: [Conjures a glass of orange juice that pours into a glass] Beetle... Breakfast...
Old Man Dantes: [Making a toast] May this moment be the dawn of a new and wonderful life for you both... Gendarmes Captain: [after smashing open the door] Which one of you is Edmond Dantes? Edmond: I am. Gendarmes Captain: Edmond Dantes, you are unde...
Ronnie Neary: Roy, what did it look like? Roy Neary: It was like an ice cream cone. Ronnie Neary: What flavor? Roy Neary: Orange. It was orange - and it wasn't like an ice cream cone. It was, it was more like a shell. You know, it was like this. Ronn...
Vincent: Limos, huh? Max: Don't start. Vincent: Hey, I'm not the one lying to my mother. Max: She hears what she wants to hear. I don't disillusion her. Vincent: Yeah, right. Maybe she hears what you tell her. Max: Whatever I tell her is never good e...
Ralphie: Oooh fuuudge! Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word! Mr. Parker: [stunned] *What* did you say? Ralphie: Uh, um... Mr. Parker: That'...
Clark: Since this is Aunt Bethany's 80th Christmas, I think she should lead us in the saying of Grace. Aunt Bethany: [turns to Lewis] What, dear? Nora Griswold: Grace! Aunt Bethany: Grace? She passed away thirty years ago. Uncle Lewis: They want you ...
Mitch: [after seniors threaten him] Er, Mr. Payne. Sir. You know every second that you could let us out early would really increase our chances of survival. Mr. Payne, junior high school teacher: It's like our sergeant told us before one trip into th...
John McClane: These guys are mostly European judging by their clothing labels and... [long pause] John McClane: cigarettes. They're well-financed and very slick. Sergeant Al Powell: Well, now, how do you know that? John McClane: I've seen enough phon...
