-Eres un alma atormentada

-Lo sé...pero tu tienes problemas, de pequeño tuviste un accidente de coche, tus padres murieron en el hospital y tu saliste ileso. Te culpas de aquello, de haber sobrevivido y no ellos por eso estas estudiando medicina para poder salvar vidas. Para que nadie sufra lo mismo que tu. El otro día en tu clase pusieron el ejemplo de un paciente con traumatismos múltiples por la colisión contra un camión. Recordaste aquello, estuviste el resto del día ausente y por la noche explotaste. Tras abrazarte durante horas, te quedaste dormido sobre mí porque ya no te quedaban fuerzas para seguir llorando. Y no me importó. No me importó porque sé que era la única con la querías estar en ese momento. Eres frío y distante pero también gracioso y encantador. Yo soy alegre y divertida pero me dan miedo las relaciones. Somos dos almas heridas. Por eso estamos aquí, sentados en tu tejado, bajo las estrellas. No quiero un final feliz, no quiero un cuento de hadas, quiero una historia, nuestra historia. ¿Aceptas el reto?

-...me encantan los retos.

Piensas que has conseguido superarlo y pasar página, pero cuando vuelves a ver sus ojos, su sonrisa, te das cuenta de que siempre has estado enredado en su telaraña. Da igual el tiempo que pase, las mariposas dormidas siempre se despertarán con su voz.

"Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men's pajama department. The man says to the salesman, "I just need bottoms," and the woman says, "I just need a top." They look at each other and that's the 'meet cute.' "

-Arthur Abbott. The Holiday.

"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms." 

-Iris. The Holiday

The Lumineers - Ho Hey (Official Video)

"Look. Can you hear yourself? Can you? Do you have any idea what a terrible person you have become? All you give out is this endless negativity, a refusal to see any kind of light and joy, even when it's staring you in the face, and a desperate need to squash any sign of happiness in me or... or... or... anyone else. It's a wonder that I don't fling myself at the first kind word or gesture that comes my way, but I don't, ou... ou... ou... out of some sense of dried-up loyalty and respect, neither of which I ever bloody get in return." 

-Douglas Ainslie. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel