Just an encounter

Joelle 2022-03-19 09:01:02

"500 Days with Summer": "This is not a love story, just a story of a man and a woman meeting."
There are some girls who are not beautiful, with big innocent eyes, fluffy bangs, and wearing clean shirts and skirts. Riding a bike slip past you. It is always sweet to laugh, and it makes you flustered when you are silent. A little naive, a little indifferent. To break up is as careless as cutting off my long hair, only to hear a "crack", I didn't care before and after. You can't blame her, she doesn't want it, she doesn't want it, she's not sure. No matter how you blame her, she is just innocent. They are very casual girls who have control over feelings. She is gone, you can't stand it, you think she is so different; think about it again, not reconciled, in fact, she is very ordinary; after a while, she will be forgotten by you, because she has also become the past.
After it was over, they sat on the bench and were very quiet. Tom asked her why she had always been reluctant to face love, why she suddenly became someone else's wife. Who can answer this. You don't have to be too serious about what she said. In fact, life is full of accidents.
Five hundred days, time intersects. Whether he is happy or not is up to her. Even if he was dating someone, he couldn't get out of her little shadow. It's not that she didn't do a good job, but that he himself didn't have a higher sense of love and control. She is not all, love is not all, there are so many lovely scenery in life that make you can't help smiling. SUMMER is here, you put in a little bit, she is gone, you don't hesitate.
As time goes by, nothing is immutable. You can't forget her just because you don't want to forget her. SUMMER is gone, there is AUTUMN, and WINTER. Life is so long, it can be sweet forever.

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500 Days of Summer quotes

  • Summer: There's no such thing as love, it's fantasy...

  • Tom: Yeah, uh, this is... And Rhoda, no disrespect, but um, this is total shit.

    McKenzie: Tom!

    Tom: "Go for it" "You can do it"? That's not inspirational, that's suicidal. If pickles goes for it right there, that's a dead cat. These are lies. We're liars. Think about it. Why do people buy these things? It's not 'cause they wanna say how they feel. People buy cards 'cause they can't say how they feel or they're afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. At least let them speak for themselves! Right? I mean, look! What-What is this? What does it say? "Congratulations on your new baby." Right? How 'bout, "Congratulations on your new baby. Guess that's it for hanging out. Nice knowing you."

    Vance: Sit down, Hansen.

    Tom: How bout this one, with all the pretty hearts on the front? I think I know where this ones going. Yep! "Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I love you." That sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, "love"? Do you know? Do you? Anybody?

    McKenzie: Tom...

    Tom: If somebody gave me this card, Mr. Vance, I would eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. *I'm responsible.* I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not you know, some words that some stranger put in their mouths. Words like "love"... that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry. I, uh... I quit. I'm... There's enough bullshit in the world without my help.