Flynn Rider: You were my new dream.
Rapunzel: And you were mine.
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I have discovered a goodness and decency in people as exhibited in all the letters, e-mails, flowers, gifts and prayers that have been directed my way. I am overwhelmed and humbled. I offer you my most sincere thanks and my deep and abiding gratitude. If I ever write my memoirs, I have some spellbinding material. How does the Joni Mitchell song go? “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”? One thing I’ve discovered is that I love my job more than I thought I did, and I love my wife even more!
Harry Morgan: Remember this forever, you are my son, you are not alone, and you are loved.
Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.
Don Draper: The reason you haven’t felt it is because it doesn’t exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I’m living like there’s no tomorrow, because there isn’t one.
Rebecca: I love your face. It always brings me peace.
…if you opposed Thatcher’s ideas it was likely because of their lack of compassion, which is really just a word for love. If love is something you cherish, it is hard to glean much joy from death, even in one’s enemies.
So I can’t live either without you or with you.
Let who does not wish to be idle fall in love!
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I love you, random citizen!
Man in crowd: I love you, Metroman!
Metroman: And I love you, random citizen!
Michael: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
For hearts when they ’re young should make the vow,
For when they are old they don’t know how
Come, live in my heart and pay no rent
Dearest,
I want to tell you that you have given me complete happiness. No one could have done more than you have done. Please believe that.
But I know that I shall never get over this: and I am wasting your life. It is this madness. Nothing anyone says can persuade me. You can work, and you will be much better without me. You see I can’t write this even, which shows I am right. All I want to say is that until this disease came on we were perfectly happy. It was all due to you. No one could have been so good as you have been, from the very first day till now. Everyone knows that.
V.
Harry: Well, she is your friend of course. But, well she’s not…family.
Jack: She’s not my wife.
Harry: No of course not.
Jack: Of course not. It’s impossible. It’s unthinkable. How could Joy be my wife? I’d have to love her, wouldn’t I? I’d have to care more about her than anyone else in this world. I’d have to be suffering the torments of the damned. The prospect of losing her…
Harry: I’m so sorry, Jack. I didn’t know.
Jack: Nor did I, Harry.
Pretty woman, he thought. Pretty little black-skinned woman. Who wanted to kill for love, die for love. The pride, the conceit of these doormat women amazed him. They were always women who had been spoiled children. Whose whims had been taken seriously by adults and who grew up to be the stingiest, greediest people on earth and out of their stinginess grew their stingy little love that ate everything in sight. They could not believe or accept the fact that they were unloved; they believed that the world itself was off balance when it appeared as though they were not loved. Why did they think they were so lovable? Why did they think their brand of love was better than, or even as good as, anybody else’s? But they did. And they loved their love so much they would kill anybody who got in its way.
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!
Womanliness means only motherhood;
All love begins and ends there.
We loved, sir — used to meet:
How sad and bad and mad it was —
But then, how it was sweet!
Jason: Slow painful death by disease… or watching the love of your life die a slow painful death by disease?
Julie: A. Definitely A. Much worse to be without the person you love than to have a slow painful death. You?
Jason: Oh, B.
Julie: Really? You would rather watch the love of your life die slowly and painfully?
Jason: Well, it wouldn’t be awesome, but better them than me. Got a lot of good years left.
Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.
A Platonic friendship is perhaps only possible when one or other of the Platonists is in love with a third person.