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| Baby I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body Never could imagine there were only Ten million ways to love somebody... — Whenever Wherever by Shakira |
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime...
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
— From Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress.
Oh, you waltz so well, Captain Butler. Most big men don’t, you know. — Scarlett ’Hara to Rhett Butler at the charity ball in Gone With The Wind.
...I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. — From poem number 14 from Pablo Neruda’s 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair.
Your laugh is a sudden silvery wave… Your smile spreads like a butterfly.
— Mario Ruoppolo, who borrows Neruda’s words to woo his beloved Beatrice and is overwhelmed by the power of the metaphor, in Il Postino.
Zulfein hain jaise kaandhe pe baadal jhuke huey/ Aankhen hain jaise maey ke pyaale bhare huey/ Masti hai jisme pyaar ki tum, woh sharaab ho/ Chaudhvin ka chand ho.
— Guru Dutt to Waheeda Rehman in Chaudhvin ka Chand.
Chul taar kobekar andhokar Bidishar nisha,
Mukh taar Shrabastir karukarjo…
— From Banalata Sen by Jibanananda Das.
Do you think, after we’ve dried off, after we’ve spent lots more time together, you might agree not to marry me? And do you think not being married to me might maybe be something you could consider doing for the rest of your life?
— Charles (Hugh Grant) finally (not) proposing to Carrie (Andie MacDowell) in Four Weddings and a Funeral. She then seals it with a kiss.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
— Shakespeare, to his darling boy, in Sonnet 18.
Ain’ nobody got a wais’ lak mah lamb...
— Mammy to Scarlett ’Hara in Gone With The Wind, approving of her small waist.
Yeh Ramgarh wale apni betiyon ko kaunsi chakki ka atta khilate hain?
— Gabbar Singh (Amjad Khan) to Basanti (Hema Malini) in Sholay.
I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow. — Darcy says of Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice.
What a man! Is he a man?
— Sergius to Bluntschli in Arms and the Man.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come...
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong...
— From Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden reproduced cinematically in Four Weddings and a Funeral.
Aap ke paon dekhe, bahut haseen hain. Inhein zameen par mat utariyega — maile ho jayenge.
— Salim Ahmed Khan (Raaj Kumar) to a burqa-clad Sahibjaan (Meena Kumari) in Pakeezah.
You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful...
— From the song You’re Beautiful by James Blunt, who couldn’t be clearer.
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
— From When You are Old by W.B. Yeats.
Perhaps the most excellent example of what India is all about, what human beings are all about and what life is all about.
— Amitabh Bachchan about Rajanikanth.
(Nicolas) Sarkozy is Napoleon Bonaparte.
— Carla Bruni
