Top 10 Films selon Sycamore

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When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy.

Donna: Do you think that if you were falling in space... that you'd slow down after a while, or go faster and faster?
Laura: Faster and faster... until after a while you wouldn't feel anything; and then your body would just burst into fire. And the angel's wouldn't help you, 'cause they've all gone away...

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Ça arrive pas dans la vie d'une mère qu'elle aime moins son fils. La seule chose qui va arriver, c'est que je vais t'aimer de plus en plus fort, et c'est toi qui vas m'aimer de moins en moins.

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- Rusty James: The colors are cool.
- The Motorcycle Boy: Makes me kind of sorry I can't see the colors.
- Rusty James: I never thought you were sorry about anything.

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Je dois porter sur le monde un regard sans haine.

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I'll send you a love letter. You know what that is? It's a bullet from a fuckin gun! If you get a love letter from me, you're fucked forever!
NOW IT'S DARK

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I'm not like you. I don't feel like you. I'm Sister Alma, I'm just here to help you. I'm not Elisabet Vogler. You are Elisabet Vogler.

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- I'm so mad at you, I could rip your testicles off and staple them to your ankles. What the fuck did you have to go and tell Jordan for?
- Tell him what?
- What do you think, doorknob? That we got together!
- Well, didn't you utterly dig it?
- That is not the point!
- Well, what is the point then, get it? Guilt is for married, old people!

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So this is permanence. Love shattered pride what once was innocence turned on its side. A cloud hangs over me marks every move deep in the memory of what once was love.

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I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice.