Vicky Cristina Barcelona directed by Woody Allen (2008)
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Vicky Cristina Barcelona directed by Woody Allen (2008)
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Annie Hall
The Band Wagon (1953)
"I love you, Miss Kubelik."
"Three"
Cries & Whispers directed by Ingmar Bergman. (1972)
Cries & Whispers (1972)
Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Raincoat
It’s four in the morning, the end of december
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New york is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on clinton street all through the evening
Anna Karina in “Une femme est une femme”
"Film as dream, film as music. No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul. A little twitch in our optic nerve, a shock effect: twenty-four illuminated frames a second, darkness in between, the optic nerve incapable of registering darkness. At the editing table, when I run the strip of film through, frame by frame, I still feel that dizzy sense of magic of my childhood: in the darkness of the wardrobe, I slowly wind on one frame after another, see the almost imperceptible changes, wind faster — a movement."
Ingmar Bergman (July 14, 1918 -– July 30, 2007)
Las Vegas, 1960s
The voice of your eyes
is deeper than all roses.