Elena Movie Quotes

Any other Disney movies?” I was tempting my luck here. Aaron’s expression remained serious. “All of them.” Shit. “Even Frozen? Tangled? The Princess Frog?” I asked, and he nodded. “I love animated movies. They take my mind off things.” He dipped his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Disney, Pixar … I’m a big fan.” This was too much. First, he’d opened up about his childhood earlier today, and now, this. I wanted to ask how and why, but there was a more pressing issue. “What’s your favorite?” Please don’t say the one that will send my heart into cardiac arrest. Please don’t say it. “Up.” Fuck. He had said it. My heart struggled there for a moment. And that little spot that had been softening throughout the night got a little bigger.

Love is never a problem. Love is simple, just like in the movies. We are the ones who complicate everything.

First you throw bread at my head and bow you expect me to be a movie critic- Raphael said to Elena

What's your favorite Star Wars movie?" Gabe asked. Uncharacteristically. Elena looked over at him. "You might as well ask me who my favorite child is," Troy said.

Learn from my mistakes,” she said. Learn what? Elena wondered. Avoid men? Avoid love? Avoid radiologists who buy movie-replica lightsabers?

You told us that life is hard. You said that a loss is only the end of one game. That we should stand up and chase the prize. Losing a game is just tripping, it makes you tough as long as you stand up.” “I…did.” “Is Miss Adalyn your prize?” “No. She’s not a prize to be won. She’s…not a game. She’s more than something you win. She’s more than a loss. She’s everything that’s worth playing for. She’s everything in between.” “See? Love is never the problem. Love is easy, like in the movies. We’re the ones who make it complicated.

You watch too many movies, Elena. In real life, the villain always wins because we are willing to do anything to succeed.

The ultimate goals of business individuals who believe that emotions aren't part of human design simply because they lack them are to replace both humans and animals with robots. It may sound like a sci-fi movie, but this is the reality we live in.

Troy’s girlfriend, Sandra, brought them all pizza that night, and when she got there she joined the dramatic re-enactment. She said they had to rewind so she could elaborate for Elena on how dashing Obi-Wan was. “Ewan McGregor,” she groaned. “I made Troy grow a beard after the second movie.” “I also grew a Padawan braid,” Troy said.

Yes, she was the girl playing basketball with all the boys in the park, collecting cans by the side of the road, keeping secret pet kittens in an empty boxcar in the woods, walking alone at night through the rail yards, teaching her little sister how to kiss, reading out loud to herself, so absorbed by the story, singing sadly in the tub, building a fort from the junked cars out in the meadow, by herself in the front row at the black-and-white movies or in the alley, gazing at an eddy of cigarette stubs and trash and fall leaves, smoking her first cigarette at dusk by a pile of dead brush in the desert, then wishing at the stars--she was all of them, and she was so much more that just just her that I still didn't know.

I don’t think George Lucas would want you to do this,” her mom said. “I didn’t know you knew who George Lucas was.” “Please. I was watching Star Wars movies before you were born. Your dad and I saw Empire Strikes Back five times in the theater.” “Lucky,” Elena said. “George Lucas is a father of daughters,” her mother said. “He wouldn’t want young girls freezing to death to prove their loyalty.” “This isn’t about George Lucas,” Elena said. “He isn’t even that involved in the sequels.” “Come home,” her mom said. “We’ll watch Empire Strikes Back and I’ll make hot cocoa.” “I can’t,” Elena said. “I’ll lose my place in line.” “I think it will still be there for you in the morning.” “Goodnight, Mom.

I’m guessing this is your first line,” Troy said. “How can you tell?” she asked. “I can tell,” he said, chuckling. “I can always tell. It’s Gabe’s first line, too.” “We were eight when the last Star Wars movie came out,” Gabe said, not looking up from his book. “Revenge of the Sith!” Troy said. “That wasn’t much of a line anyway. It was no Empire.” “Nothing is,” Elena said. Troy’s face got somber. “Hear, hear, Elena. Hear, hear.” All

I felt relieved that Nino had come to his senses, but I was also bitter. Movies, novels, art? How quickly people changed with their interests, their feelings… I felt stupid, I had neglected the things I liked to conform to what Nino liked.

It was a sort of race to know everything, when in fact I took it for granted that my inadequacy was constitutional and so couldn’t be eliminated. Yet I liked to do my best. I didn’t have time to go to the movies? I learned titles and plots. Hadn’t been to the archeological museum? I ran through it in half a day. Hadn’t been to the picture gallery of Capodimonte? I made a flying visit, two hours and done. I had too much to do, in short. What did I care about shoes and the shop on Piazza die Martiri? I never went there.