Movie: 500 days of Summer ((500) Days of Summer). Page 2

I love summer, I love her smile, her hair, love her knees, she had a birthmark in the shape of a heart on the neck, I love the way she sometimes licks her lips before speaking, I love the sound of her laughter, love how she looks when she's sleeping. I like what I hear this music every time I think about her. I like the way she makes me feel... Like anything is possible. As if life is worth it.
I hate summer hate her crooked teeth, I hate her haircut from the 60's, I hate her knobby knees, I hate like bug stain off her shoulder and how she is drooling all over lips before something to say, I hate her laugh I HATE THIS SONG!

I want to know that you don't Wake up in the morning and not feel... different.
- I can't promise anything. No one else can.
(I don't know, suddenly one day your feelings will change.
- I can't give guarantees. No one else can.)

Most days of the year not remembered by anything. They start. They end.

You know what the dumb? The realization that everything you believed is absolute nonsense.

You never wanted to be anybody's girlfriend and now you're somebody's wife. I don't think I'll be able to understand it someday.

- And what happened? Why didn't it work?
Something that always happens. Life.

People buy cards not because they want to say what they feel. People buy cards because they can't say what they feel. All the postcards, movies, music - everything is a lie. They are responsible for the heartache. And we are responsible for it. I'm responsible for it.

- Can you write a book?
Why?
- Henry Miller says the best way to forget a woman is to turn her into literature.

I don't feel comfortable being anyone's girlfriend. I generally don't feel comfortable being anyone's anything.

That girl who likes you, likes the same stuff as you, does not mean that she was the one.
(If she likes the same abstruse haze, and it does not mean that you are soulmates.)

- What happens if you fall?
You don't believe in that, right?
- Well, it's love, not Santa Claus...

- It's all over.
- What is it?
- No. But it could be. In a world where it happens to me something good.
Yes. This is not the world in which we live.

There are only two types of people: men and women.
(There are only 2 kinds of people: there are men and there are women.)
(There are two kinds of people: men and women.)