I’ve been waiting my whole life, I just don’t know what the hell for.”
— Amelia, The Terminal
I’ve been waiting my whole life, I just don’t know what the hell for.
Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts, we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone and keep a straight face. I’ve always lived like this — keeping a comfortable distance, and up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk.”
Outdoors, string lights, paper lanterns — this will be my wedding :)
The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don’t know what the hell they’re doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.”
— Joe Fox, You’ve Got Mail
Favourite Quotes from (500) Days of Summer
Day (290)
Summer: We’ve been like Sid and Nancy for months now.
Tom: Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy, seven times with a kitchen knife, I mean we have some disagreements but I hardly think I’m Sid Vicious.
Summer: No, I’m Sid.
Tom: Oh, so I’m Nancy…
[Pancakes arrive]
Summer: Let’s just eat and we’ll talk about it later. [Eating] Mmm, that is good, I’m really glad we did this. I love these pancakes… what?
[Tom gets up and walks away from the table]
Summer: Tom, don’t go! You’re still my best friend!
Day (154):
Tom: It’s official. I’m in love with Summer.
[While montage of Summer plays]
Tom: I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps.
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Day (322):
Tom: I hate Summer. [Montage of Summer] I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. I hate the way she sounds when she laughs.
[Fade to black as Swayze’s “She’s Like the Wind” plays briefly]
Tom: I HATE THIS SONG!
Bus Driver: [Open to Tom standing while bus comes to a sudden stop] Sir, you need to get off the bus.
