I love your sudden smile, which was so effulgent and so pure that it radiated all golden rays of sun to me.
I love your heart-breaking goodbye to your true lover with your soulful glance, lingered hug, but a firm leave, though after which you cried all the way back to your so-called home.
Bitter Moon
I love your all-the-time calm face, cool & gentle, among all other souls deeply obsessed in love & sex , but suprisingly, all of a sudden, it could thoroughly express such a burning passion for love.
Four Weddings & a funeral
I love your 'traditional black', your smokey eyes, your scarlett lips, and your long pale finger with a lighted cigarette.
"The truth is, I have met the right person,only he's not in love with me. And until I stop loving him, no one else stands a chance." I like the way she uttered these words. Seemingly not giving a damn with the pain & solitary in her deep eyes.
Charles: How about you Fifi, have you identified your future partner for life yet...?
Fiona: No need, really. The deed is done.
I've been in love with the same bloke for ages...
Charles: Have you? Who's that?
Fiona: You Charlie.
It's always been you...
Since first we met...so many years ago. I knew the first moment...across a crowded room... a lawn, in fact...
Doesnt matter. Nothing either of us can do on this one... Such is life.
Friends isnt ... bad, you kown. Friends...Friends's quite something.
Charles: Fifi...
Charles: Fi, you do look lovely today.
Fiona: I've abandoned my traditional black.
Charles: Yes, so you have.
Fiona: From now on, I shall be all the colours of the rainbow, and fall in love with someone who fancies me for a change.
Charles: Darling Fi!
The Engliah Patient
Katharine:
"My darling, I'm waiting for you.
How long is a day in the dark, or a week...?
The fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be the sun...
I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words...
We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swun up like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched crave...
I want all these marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries down on maps with the names of powerful men.
I know you will come and carry me, out into the palace of winds...
That's all I've wanted. To walk in such a place with you...with firends... on earth without maps.
Lamp's gone out... I'm writting in darkness..."
