Någon annans ord..
"Every woman has exactly the lovelife she wants"
"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around"
Cal: [scoffs] God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.
Trudy: Who's the artist?
Rose: [thinking] Something Picasso?
Cal: [scoffs] Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing.
[sternly]
Cal: He won't, trust me!
"Keep breathing. That's the key. Breathe."
Kan avsluta med några egna...
Må och Lev
(tog några lätta filmer så att ni kan komma på vilka det är!!
"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around"
Cal: [scoffs] God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.
Trudy: Who's the artist?
Rose: [thinking] Something Picasso?
Cal: [scoffs] Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing.
[sternly]
Cal: He won't, trust me!
"Keep breathing. That's the key. Breathe."
Kan avsluta med några egna...
Må och Lev
(tog några lätta filmer så att ni kan komma på vilka det är!!
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Nr2 tror jag är Titanic!
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