Search results for 'love' Page #24

Gandalf:
Frodo suspects something.

Bilbo:
Of course he does! He's a Baggins! Not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle.

Gandalf:
You will tell him, won't you?

Bilbo:
Yes, yes.

Gandalf:
He's very fond of you.

Bilbo:
I know, he'd probably come with me if I asked him to. I think in his heart, Frodo's still in love with the Shire; the woods, the fields, little rivers... I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday, a very long holiday. And I don't expect that I shall return. In fact, I mean not to.

Gareth:
Soldiers of Valencia! I love you! There it is! It's out in the open! I said it for the first time in my life! What do you think about that?

Soldiers:
We love you, too, sir!

Madalena:
And I appreciate that, soldiers! And, yes, I too am starting to feel the same way! But this is all new to me, you know? I've never felt this way before, and now there's all this pressure to move forward, forward, forward!

[soldiers all march forward three paces]

Gareth:
It's important that you feel comfortable, soldiers! So maybe we should slow it down a bit! We got something special and I don't want to ruin it!

Madalena:
[smiles] That's good to hear.

[clears her throat]

Madalena:
At least I imagine it is! For the soldiers!

Gene:
We're the backbone of America! Willie Nelson would love this place!

Bob:
Yes, but not for the reason you're thinking of.

General Aladeen:
You seem educated.

Zoey:
Yes, I went to Amherst.

General Aladeen:
I love it when women go to school. It's like seeing a monkey on rollerskates. It means nothing to them, but it's so adorable for us.

General Robert E. Lee:
To be a good soldier you must love the army. To be a good commander you must be able to order the death of the thing you love.

Geoffrey:
You need somebody to love you while you're looking for somebody to love.

George Costanza:
I love you, Jer.

Jerry:
Right back at you, slick.

George Emerson:
He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you as a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you.

George Malley:
Now, uh... he didn't say how long.

Lace Pennamin:
Days, or weeks... they don't, they don't know.

George Malley:
I'm so sorry, Lace. I know how you hate surprises.

Lace Pennamin:
I tried so hard not to love you.

George Malley:
How'd you make out?

Lace Pennamin:
Terrible.

George Malley:
Hey, would you, uh, love me the rest of my life?

Lace Pennamin:
No. I'm gonna love you for the rest of mine.

George McFly:
Uh... now Biff, I want make sure that we get two coats of wax this time. Not just one.

Biff Tannen:
Just finishing up the second coat now.

George McFly:
Now Biff, don't con me!

Biff Tannen:
I'm sorry, Mr. McFly. I meant I was just starting on the second coat.

George McFly:
Ahh... Biff. What a character. Always trying to get away with something. I've had to stay on top of Biff ever since High School. Although if it wasn't for him...

Lorraine Baines:
We never would have fallen in love.

George McFly:
That's right.

George Taylor:
Imagine me needing someone. Back on Earth I never did. Oh, there were women. Lots of women. Lots of love-making but no love. You see, that was the kind of world we'd made. So I left, because there was no one to hold me there.

George-Michael Bluth:
Gangy's having an anniversary party?

Michael Bluth:
Seems that way.

George-Michael Bluth:
Is Franklin gonna be there?

Gob:
See that, Mike. Kids love Franklin.

George-Michael Bluth:
I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

Georgia:
I love you like the Pilgrim loves the Holy Land, like the wayfarer loves his wayward ways, like the immigrant that I am loves America, and the blind man the memory of his sighted days.

Gertrud Kanning:
The gardener has been told that only grass shall grow on my grave and in springtime I shall have anemones. You'll come by one day, pick an anemone and think of me. Take it as a word of love that was thought, but never spoken.

Gideon Graber:
Hate is a very big, very hungry thing... with lots of sharp teeth. It will eat up your whole heart, and leave no room left for love.

Gigi:
I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.

Gil:
Hi Mr. Hemingway.

Ernest Hemingway:
The assignment was to take the hill. There were four of us, five if you counted Vicente, but he had lost his hand when a grenade went off and couldn't fight as could when I first met him. And he was young and brave, and the hill was soggy from days of rain. And it sloped down toward a road and there were many German soldiers on the road. And the idea was to aim for the first group, and if our aim was true we could delay them.

Gil:
Were you scared?

Ernest Hemingway:
Of what?

Gil:
Of getting killed.

Ernest Hemingway:
You'll never write well if you fear dying. Do you?

Gil:
Yeah, I do. I'd say probably, might be my greatest fear actually.

Ernest Hemingway:
It's something all men before you have done, all men will do.

Gil:
I know, I know.

Ernest Hemingway:
Have you ever made love to a truly great woman?

Gil:
Actually, my fianc? is pretty sexy.

Ernest Hemingway:
And when you make love to her you feel true and beautiful passion. And you for at least that moment lose your fear of death.

Gil:
No, that doesn't happen.

Ernest Hemingway:
I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like some rhino hunters I know, or Belmonte, who's truly brave. It is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds, until the return that it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again. Think about it.

Gingerbread Man:
Wait! More sugar.

Muffin Man:
But that is not the recipe.

Gingerbread Man:
Trust me, Muffin Man, this girl's gotta be real sweet. I want someone who will love me forever.

Muffin Man:
I must warn you, Gingy. No one has ever made cookies with this much sugar. You are tampering with forces far beyond your comprehension!

Gingerbread Man:
Just put her in the oven.

Gir:
I love this show!

Glass:
Love never dies, and neither do they. Love is eternal, and that's a long time.

Glenn Holland:
The doctor said that gestures meant...

Iris Holland:
It's way more than gestures.

Glenn Holland:
That gestures meant that Cole would never learn how to lip read or to talk!

Iris Holland:
He can barely talk now, he can't say two or three words!

Glenn Holland:
The guy is a specialist, Iris!

Iris Holland:
Ohhh, he's a specialist who thinks that deaf people are retarded and he is not retarded, he is...

Iris Holland:
Cole!

Glenn Holland:
What does he...? Give him what he wants!

Iris Holland:
I don't know what he wants, I don't understand what he's trying to say. Don't you get it? You walk to school every day with all these children who are normal. I can't talk to my son! I don't know what he wants or what he thinks or what he feels. I can't tell him that I love him, I can't tell him who I am. I want to talk to my son! I don't care what it costs, I don't care what the stupid doctor says it's right or wrong. I want to talk to my son!

God:
[posing as a waiter named Al Mighty] I love that story, Noah and the Ark. You know, a lot of people miss the point of that story. They think it's about God's wrath and anger. They love it when God gets angry.

Joan:
What is the story about, then? The ark?

God:
Well, I think it's a love story about believing in each other. You know, the animals showed up in pairs. They stood by each other, side by side, just like Noah and his family. Everybody entered the ark side by side.

Joan:
But my husband says God told him to do it. What do you do with that?

God:
Sounds like an opportunity. Let me ask you something. If one prays for patience, do you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If they pray for courage, does God give them courage, or does he give them opportunities to be courageous? If one prayed for their family to be closer, you think God zaps them with warm, fuzzy feelings? Or does he give them opportunities to love each other? Well, I got to run. A lot of people to serve. Enjoy. (Waves his arm and as he leaves Joan looks in shock to see her plate refilled without God having to leave and fill it)

Godric:
[on the roof with Eric] Two thousand years is enough.

Eric Northman:
[unbelieving] I can't accept this. It's insanity!

Godric:
'Our' existance is insanity... we don't belong here.

Eric Northman:
But we 'are' here!

Godric:
It's not right. We're not right.

Eric Northman:
[stepping forward] You taught me there was no right or wrong. Only survival or death.

Godric:
I told a lie, as it turns out.

Eric Northman:
I will keep you alive by force!

Godric:
Even if you could, why would you be so cruel?

Eric Northman:
[begins crying blood, in very old Norway language] Godric, don't do it.

Godric:
[in very old Norway language] There are centuries of faith and love between us.

Eric Northman:
[crying; in very old Norway language] Please, please!... Please, Godric!

Godric:
[in very old Norway language] Father... brother... child...

[in English]

Godric:
Let me go.

Eric Northman:
[stops crying, breathing deep] I won't let you die alone.

Godric:
Yes, you will.

[Eric gets to his feet as Godric rests a hand on his shoulder]

Godric:
As your maker. I command you.

Sookie Stackhouse:
[Eric walks to the stairs, she reaches for him and he turns to her] I'll stay with him. As long as it takes.

[Eric leaves]

Graffiti on shutter:
LOVE ISN'T MISSED BY MINUTES, IS MISSED BY MILES.