
Best Supporting Actor: Geoffrey Rush (King's Speech)
Best Supporting Actress: Hailee Stanfield (True Grit)
Which came first: the music or the misery? "I got to listen to music because I was sad? Or is she was sad because I listened sad? Do not you make all these records on a person of melancholy trend?
My love and I we work well togetherRob
But Often we're apart Absence Makes the Heart lose weight, yeah Til
love breaks down, love breaks down
Oh my, oh my, Have You Seen
the weather The sweet September rain Rain onme
like no other Until I drown, I drown
Until When love breaks down The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
... It was the happiest time my life and did not know. If I had known, would have protected such happiness? Would it have happened any other way? Yes, you understand that this was the happiest moment of my life, I never would have let him escape. That golden moment when a deep spiritual peace enveloped my whole being may last for a few seconds, but I thought that made them happy hours, years ...
In this is love, "repeated the woman. When you have a great love, care for you like a plant. You pay it, protect it from snow. It is very important to treat it with care. If love is little left to wither to death ...
... And I wonder if there will be more sci-fi that the sudden emergence of the virus in the hospital love of youth, of the alien presence that suddenly and without warning you and you have become a cosmonaut in trance ... love that everything starts and knocks you to make you ascend involved in the turns of a curved beam, invisible set to shake the hands of all foreign energy detectors ...
... People most extravagant may be the stimulus for love. A man may be an old fool and continue to love a stranger you saw on the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon, two decades ago. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy hair and have bad habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as the rest, but does not affect one iota the evolution of his love. A mediocre person absolutely can be the object of a love wild, extravagant and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be to encourage a love of violent and degrading or humiliating a madman can cause the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll ...
... Ah! That feeling runs through all my veins, when my fingers inadvertently rub yours or our feet under the table face! I retired as fire and a mysterious force impels me forward again, vertigo takes over all my senses ...
... The next night I fell in love with her. I spent the night in restless sleep, longing, dreaming about it, believing sitting next to me, until I realized I was clutching the pillow or blanket ...
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to rely, in the third, on the edge of the teeth. Lo.Li.Ta. ..
... Beatriz was tall, frail, very slightly tilted, had in her walk (if the oxymoron is permissible) a graceful clumsiness as a principle of ecstasy ...
... Consider this, fair youth, and know that the friendship of the lover there is no true goodness, he has an appetite and wants to get enough of you. Wolves and sheep love, lovers love their loves ...
... Son both painful parting as death. But a love I do not think that will last and not become just a hobby for a woman ...And this has to end, left for the final dialogue of two friends, once inseparable, now far apart in time and geography for loving the same woman. She stood near one of them but died several years ago. One of the friends return to receive a moral reckoning and leave unresolved doubts about the loyalty and cowardice in The Last Meeting of Sandor Marai
... Do you think also that the sense of life is none other than the passion, that one day fills our heart, our soul and body, and then burn forever, until death, no matter what happens? What if we have lived this passion, maybe we have not lived in vain? What is so deep, and of evil, and of great as well as inhuman is a passion? ...