Etikettarkiv: Romantik

Vid din sida

Vid din sida

Isabel: You know, I never wanted to be a mom. Sharing it with you… that's one thing. It's another to be looking over my shoulder for the next twenty years, knowing someone else would have done it better… someone else would have done it right.
Jackie Harrison: What do you have that I don't?
Isabel: You're Mother Earth, incarnate.
Jackie Harrison: You're… hip, and fresh.
Isabel: You ride with Anna.
Jackie Harrison: You'll learn.
Isabel: You know every story, every wound, every memory. Their whole life's happiness is wrapped up in you… every single second. Don't you get it? Look down the road to her wedding. I'm in a room alone with her, fixing her veil, fluffing her dress, telling her no woman has ever looked so beautiful. And my fear is she'll be thinking, "I wish my mom was here."
Jackie Harrison: And mine is… she won't.

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The presence of love

The presence of love

Tegan: Where's Dad? I want to tell him.
Merryn: Your father is out at the moment.
Tegan: That's OK. I can tell Joss, then.
Merryn: I'm afraid he's out with Joss. I believe he's driven her to the cove. I'm sorry, dear.
Tegan: That's OK. I like Joss.
Merryn: Do you?
Tegan: Daddy does, too. I can tell.
Merryn: Is that so?
Tegan: I don't know if he fancies her, but he definitely likes her.

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The Proposal

The Proposal

Andrew Paxton: Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to changed. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn't realize any of this, until I was standing alone… in a barn… wifeless. Now, you could imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me, because I'd like to date you.

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Mona Lisas leende

Mona Lisas leende

Betty Warren: [Narrating] My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition, and would not compromise that. Not even for *Wellesley*. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down and new ideas to replace them with. I've heard her called a quitter for leaving, an aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless, especially not those who seek truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond the image.

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Där kräftorna sjunger

Där kräftorna sjunger

Tom Milton: Listen. I know you have a world of reasons to hate these people…
Kya Clark: No, I never hated them. They hated me. They laughed at me. They left me. They harassed me. They attacked me. You want me to beg for my life? I don't have it in me. I won't. I will not offer myself up. They can make their decision. But they're not deciding anything about me. It's them. They're judging themselves.

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