«الشتاء بارد على من لا يملكون الذكريات الدافئة، لكنني أظنهُ أبرد على من يمتلكونها دون أصحابها.»

- دوستويفسكي.

teacher's pet, if i'm so special, why am i secret !?

هل يمكن للعين ان ترى
الظلم الذي الحقتهُ بنا الحرب؟

" إياك أن تُفارقني بعد كُل هذا الحُب."

Sophie:
(reading Claire's letter to Juliet, not quite the same as the prop, q.v.) I didn't go to him, Juliet. I didn't go to Lorenzo. His eyes were so full of trust. I promised I'd meet him and run away together because my parents don't approve. But, instead, I left him waiting for me below our tree, waiting and wondering where I was. I'm in Verona now. I return to London in the morning and I am so afraid. Please, Juliet tell me what I should do. My heart is breaking, and I have no one else to turn to. Love, Claire

Sophie:
You can't go on forever, some point you have to stop.

Charlie:
Then why is it that I feel like a school boy on Sunday? It's nearly tomorrow and I don't want to go.

Sophie:
Me either, and i always liked school.

Claire:
(to Charlie) How many Sophies do you think there are on this planet? Don't wait fifty years like I did.

Charlie:
Because the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, deeply, truly, passionately in love with you.

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