Leonardo Dicaprio Quotes

Dedication For everyone who knows there was enough room for Leonardo DiCaprio on that door. And for England. We’re really sorry for what we’re about to do to your history.

If Kate Winslet had been the Duff, Leonardo DiCaprio wouldn't have been after her in Titanic and that could have saved all of us a lot of tears.

What were you thinking when we were holding hands diagonally?" I ask. Jeff says, "I was thinking, 'It's going to be so hard for her when she chooses not to get on that lifeboat and stay with me.'" I decide I can't start this marriage with a lie. "Really?" I say. "'Cause I was thinking that it was going to be so hard for you when I got on the lifeboat and you had to stay behind." He is appalled. I plead my case. "Remember when we saw Titanic how mad I was at Kate Winslet when she climbed out of the lifeboat and back into the ship? I think she encumbered Leonardo DiCaprio. If she had gone on the lifeboat, then he could have had that piece of wood she was floating on and they both would have survived. I would never do that to you." I wait for his response, hoping that in the twenty-first century romantic love can be defined as not lying about your plans to get on the lifeboat and remembering to get your partner some pills. He just laughs. With that settled, we begin our married life.

Two little mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, but the second mouse, he struggled so hard that he eventually churned that cream into butter and he walked out. Amen.

That sounded so incredibly romantic. Of course, Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet had thought the same thing in Titanic. And look how that had ended.

If you can do what you do best and be happy, you're further along in life than most people.

My arm strength is puny, but I’d hold Luna longer than Kate Winslet let Leonardo DiCaprio share a door in Titanic. The thought puffs out my chest like I’m invincible.

Oh weird… I was there with Leonardo DiCaprio. He must have been in the bathroom when Sofie was spying on me," I

But when I was seven or eight years old, the film that changed my life was Titanic. It amazed me that it was a story that took place a hundred years ago. Those people living in 1912 had better technology than most North Koreans! But mostly I couldn’t believe how someone could make a movie out of such a shameful love story. In North Korea, the filmmakers would have been executed. No real human stories were allowed, nothing but propaganda about the Leader. But in Titanic, the characters talked about love and humanity. I was amazed that Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet were willing to die for love, not just for the regime, as we were. The idea that people could choose their own destinies fascinated me. This pirated Hollywood movie gave me my first small taste of freedom.

For everyone who knows there was enough room for Leonardo DiCaprio on that door. And

En la película, la pobre Keira Knightley tiene que pasar por toda esa maldita tragedia con James McAvoy, pero si Keira no hubiera sido atractiva, el nunca se habría fijado en ella y no le habría roto el corazón. Al fin y al cabo todos sabemos eso de que “es mejor haber amado y perdido...”, todo ese rollo es una mierda. Esta teoría se aplica a un montón de películas. Piensa en ello. Si Kate winslet hubiese sido la “Duff”, Leonardo DiCaprio no se habría enamorado de ella en Titanic y nosotros nos habríamos ahorrado un montón de lágrimas. Si Nicole Kidman hubiese sido fea en Cold Mountain, no tendría que haberse preocupado por Jude Law cuando se fue a la guerra. La lista es interminable.

But DNA isn’t really like that. It’s more like a script. Think of Romeo and Juliet, for example. In 1936 George Cukor directed Leslie Howard and Norma Shearer in a film version. Sixty years later Baz Luhrmann directed Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes in another movie version of this play. Both productions used Shakespeare’s script, yet the two movies are entirely different. Identical starting points, different outcomes.

A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules.

Peter and Jessie were like Romeo and Juliet. Have you ever seen that old movie? Starring Leonardo Dicaprio?

I’ve been a rich man, and I’ve been poor man. And I choose rich every fucking time.

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.

I loved Cinderella, Snow White, and James Bond movies. But when I was seven or eight years old, the film that changed my life was Titanic. It amazed me that it was a story that took place a hundred years ago. Those people living in 1912 had better technology than most North Koreans! But mostly I couldn’t believe how someone could make a movie out of such a shameful love story. In North Korea, the filmmakers would have been executed. No real human stories were allowed, nothing but propaganda about the Leader. But in Titanic, the characters talked about love and humanity. I was amazed that Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet were willing to die for love, not just for the regime, as we were. The idea that people could choose their own destinies fascinated me. This pirated Hollywood movie gave me my first small taste of freedom.

Why worry? if you have done your best you can. worrying wont make it any better. If you want to be successful, respect one rule - Never let failures take control of you... Everybody has gone through something that has changed them in a way that they never could go back to the person they once were. Relationships are like electric currents, wrong connection will give you shock throughout your life, but the right one will light up your life.

No matter how sexy or appealing or flashy or tall, dark, and handsome the object of your desire may be...no matter how AMAZING the job opportunity may seem...no matter the size of your impossible dream..if it is NOT meant for you, it is time to let it go and move on to what IS. Just as Rose let go of Jack, so she could bloom instead of meet her doom. "But MY Leonardo diCaprio WANTS to be held," you might argue. No, he doesn't. (If he did, you wouldn't be reading this book.) THE SINGLE WOMAN SAYS: You don't have to cling to what is truly meant for you. You can let go. It'll stick around

$200 million dollars. 

In grade school his school nickname was Leonardo Retardo.

We really did have everything, didn't we? I mean, if you think about it.

Pay close attention to those who don't clap when you win.

Jack Hogenbaum, a.k.a. "Leo D. Nardo, Your Titanic Lover," was the star of Ladies' Nights at the club. He'd been packing them in since the movie. He looked like Leonardo DiCaprio. Well, sort of. At least his brown hair hung down over his forehead on the left side, he had soulful eyes, and when he danced, he could do stuff with a life preserver you never dreamed.

It was nearly five when I stepped onto the sidewalk, and New York was doing that perfect early evening thing where it plays itself. It makes you forget about the trash piles and the twenty-dollar sandwiches and the time that guy showed you his dick on the F train, just by etching its skyline in gold and throwing the scent of sugared pecans in your face, right as someone who looks like Leonardo DiCaprio slouches by mumbling into his iPhone. Cheap trick.

When I stepped into the trailer, I froze. The head of wardrobe was a guy—a very good-looking guy with ash blond hair, hazel eyes, and a body on him that would make my trainer proud. There was no way I was going to let this guy see any of my flaws. Of course, maybe I wouldn’t be dealing with him. Over the last two weeks, all of my wardrobe fittings had been with a woman. “Where’s Jackie?” I asked, hoping she was still assigned to me. “Oh, honey, that girl quit to go work on a Leonardo DiCaprio movie.” He threw his hip out as he flipped his hand in the air. “But can you blame her? Leo is way too hot to turn down. I’m Steve,” he said, putting his hand over his chest. “And I promise I’ll take much better care of you than Jackie.

THE ACCURSED SHIP didn’t sink for a full three hours. By the time it did, I was feeling so traumatized that even watching Dogface die offered little consolation. The dialogue, the acting, the vast emptiness of the whole endeavor! Was that what passed for cinema these days? I felt like I had been violated; violated by a team of accountants. Laura, prostrated by grief, lay weeping on my lap. Frank stared stolidly at the credits, over which, as a coup de grâce, a cat or cats were being strangled to the effect that “My Heart Will Go On,” which at this moment in time was not a sentiment I could endorse.

Are you mad at me?” Her brow was wrinkled and her eyes were worried, and she wasn’t smiling anymore. “I thought you would laugh.” She shrugged. “I told Kathleen I was going to surprise you. And she said, ‘Go right ahead!’ So I did. I used your paints, but I put everything back.” “Why are you kicking me in the head?” “It’s our story. We meet. You save me. I kiss you. You kiss me back, but you keep acting like you don’t like me even though I know you do. So I’m kicking some sense into you. And man, does it feel good.” She grinned cheekily, and I looked back at her depiction. That was some kick to the head. “It’s a terrible mural.” It was terrible. And funny. And very Georgia. “Well, we can’t all be Leonardo DiCaprio. You painted on my walls, I’m painting on yours. And you don’t even have to pay me. I’m just trying to bond with you over art.” “Leonardo da Vinci, you mean?” “Him too.” She smiled again and laid back on my bed, patting the spot beside her. “You could have at least given me some biceps. That doesn’t look anything like me. And why am I saying, ‘Don’t hurt me, Georgia!’” I plopped down on the bed and purposely landed partially on top of her. She wiggled and scooted breathlessly, trying to free herself from my intentional squishing... She stroked my head and I breathed against her skin. “Are we bonding over art?” she whispered in my ear. “No.

While there, I was asked to be interviewed for The 11th Hour, a documentary about the state of the global environment produced by Leonardo DiCaprio and Leila Conners Petersen of the Tree Media Group, which I happily agreed to.

During this period, I served many celebrities, including Jennifer Aniston, Vince Vaughn, Gary Oldman, Leonardo DiCaprio, Juliette Lewis, Rob Lowe, Colin Farrell, Tom Selleck, David Spade, Thomas Haden Church, Sharon Osbourne, Brad Pitt, John Malkovich, Tara Reid, Toby Maguire and Diane Keaton. You know all of them, so no explanation needed. The hardest thing about serving such famous Hollywood icons, at least for the first time, is trying not to stare at them. It’s so otherworldly to see someone like Selleck, who’s not just huge -he’s bigger than life- and who you´ve watched on big screen and small for years… they are, invariably, taller or shorter than you’d imagined. And the women are either spectacularly beautiful or very ordinary without screen makeup. But you can’t stare. It’s verbatim by ownership. Brad Pitt was cool and very humble. He had a few Pyramid beers with a producer friend, and then took off on his motorcycle down Sunset Boulevard, heading West towards the Palisades. Am I saying that he was driving drunk? No. He was there for two hours and had two beers, so he wasn’t breaking the law. At least not with my assistance. He had been there many times before, I just hadn’t been the one serving him. I remember when he came in during his filming of Troy. He had long hair and a cast on his leg. Ironically, he had torn his Achilles’ tendon while playing Achilles in the epic film.

Can we take a moment of silence for Jack? That rotten, horse-faced Rose could have inched to the side to make room for him. You can’t tell me there wasn’t enough room on that door for a scrawny Leonardo DiCaprio to hang on. And even better, they could have spooned, created body heat, and saved each other. But nooo, horse-faced whore was too damn selfish.

Estados Unidos, 2013. Se lanza la película El lobo de Wall Street, con Leonardo DiCaprio como actor principal. Se basa en la autobiografía de un excorredor de bolsa Jordan Belfort, escrita después de salir de prisión. La película fue un éxito: con una inversión inicial cerca de los cien millones de dólares, recaudó más de cuatrocientos millones.24 Lo que todavía no se sabía durante el lanzamiento de la película es que al menos una parte de su financiamiento provino, probablemente, de transacciones fraudulentas de empresas de Wall Street y del distrito Manhattan: Goldman Sachs y quizás también JPMorgan Chase y Deutsche Bank.25 Entre 2009 y 2015, más de cuatro mil quinientos millones de dólares en fondos pertenecientes al Fondo de Desarrollo de Malasia fueron aparentemente malversados, escribe el Departamento de Justicia de Estados Unidos.26 Los dineros del fondo terminaron en manos privadas en vez de impulsar el desarrollo económico a largo plazo de Malasia. Según el citado Departamento de Justicia, el entonces director de Goldman Sachs, Tim Leissner, conspiró con autoridades de Malasia para lavar el dinero en Estados Unidos comprando «bienes raíces... de lujo en la ciudad de Nueva York y en otros lugares, y obras de arte y financiando importantes películas de Hollywood», incluida El Lobo de Wall Street.27 Además, a los auditores KPMG y Deloitte al menos se les investiga por negligencia grave.28 En suma, es como si el Chapo Guzmán hubiera legalizado parte de su dinero proveniente del narcotráfico a través de una película taquillera sobre el narcotráfico. El rol de Goldman Sachs durante el caso destaca en todo sentido. En 2010, el banco de inversión fue descrito por el periodista Matt Taibbi como «gran calamar vampiro envuelto alrededor del rostro de la humanidad, atascando incansablemente su embudo de sangre en cualquier cosa que huela a dinero».29 El caso de Malasia permite ver cuánta razón hay detrás de esa caricatura verbal: para poder abrir la puerta y entrar a trabajar para el Fondo Soberano de Malasia, Goldman Sachs pagó primero sobornos de mil seiscientos millones de dólares.30 Una vez en el negocio, las primeras comisiones recibidas por coordinar la suscripción de seis mil quinientos millones de dólares en bonos para el Fondo Soberano fueron de seiscientos millones de dólares.31 Los cuatro mil quinientos millones de dólares desaparecidos del Fondo Soberano fueron movidos con ayuda de Goldman Sachs, lo que incluyó el uso de vehículos corporativos registrados en territorios offshore. En 2020, Goldman Sachs Group acordó pagar dos mil novecientos millones de dólares a las autoridades de Estados Unidos y tres mil novecientos millones al Gobierno de Malasia por su rol en el escándalo.32 Quien piense que por un par de mil millones de dólares desviados y un escándalo de dimensiones internacionales una empresa debería salir del mercado, está equivocado. De hecho, las cosas podrían haber sido peores para el gigante financiero. Sus acuerdos extrajudiciales han reemplazado probables condenas que hubieran conllevado las pérdidas de clientes institucionales. Así se entiende que los costosos acuerdos extrajudiciales de Goldman Sachs hicieran subir el valor de sus acciones. Es «demasiado calamar para fallar», había sentenciado Te Economist

Girls at Shoreline said Rich looked like L.L. Cool J. They called him Richie D., and around that time, Warren began to call himself Warren G. Erik wore his baseball cap just tilted perfectly to the side and also knew every song by Too $hort and was impressed that Warren knew the lyrics so well. Rich and Erik and D’Arcy beat him into the Crips and, after this initiation by pummeling, they said, “You’re part of the family now.” Though older boys in View Royal may have scoffed at Warren G. and “his whole gangster act,” older boys were unaware of the care and attention he brought to his outfits, which were, perhaps, both costume and disguise. He favored white. The color was distinctly his own, and it set him apart from his fellow gangsters, the members of the CMC (Crip Mafia Cartel). For the members of the CMC, blue was mandatory, red forbidden. White was Warren’s personal choice, and an unlikely one, for black may have better created the look of a badass he aspired to. At 5’4 and 115 pounds, Warren was far from a thug, and in fact could not have been cuter and, despite his knowledge of lewd song lyrics and his tempestuous domestic situation, innocent. Never has a boy looked more as if he wandered out of a fairy tale. His eyes were immense, and his eyelashes were long, and his expression was earnest and longing and always, always hopeful. He was possessed of the certain androgynous beauty that appeals so strongly to girls who have not yet turned sixteen. Like heartthrobs of past and present (that year it was Leonardo DiCaprio), Warren G. appeared neither manly nor mean, and in fact, his soft beauty suggested he might really need to be saved.

Leonardo and Mozart no longer constitute a shared frame of reference, unless you mean Leonardo DiCaprio. Now it’s HBO and NPR and REM.

How could she not know Tron? Insert whiny emoji here. Tron is one of the greatest movies of all time right behind Star Wars, Star Trek, any Marvel Comics movie—most importantly Guardians of the Galaxy, ET—because aliens, hello—Avatar, and Titanic. Can we take a moment of silence for Jack? That rotten, horse-faced Rose could have inched to the side to make room for him. You can’t tell me there wasn’t enough room on that door for a scrawny Leonardo DiCaprio to hang on. And even better, they could have spooned, created body heat, and saved each other. But nooo, horse-faced whore was too damn selfish.

Nostradamus avait prédit la fin du monde pour l’été 1999. Comme chacun peut le constater, la terre continue de tourner et le bug du millénaire n’a pas causé trop de ravages. Le 11-Septembre a tout changé ; Saddam a été exécuté par ses compatriotes. En 2006, Liu Xiang a réalisé des miracles et en juillet 2011, Yao Ming a quitté la NBA. L’année du tremblement de terre du Sichuan, Zhang Yimou a conçu le spectacle de la cérémonie d’ouverture des jeux Olympiques au Nid d’Oiseau ; les crises monétaires internationales se sont succédé. Le Printemps arabe a éclaté. La fin du monde en 2012 annoncée par les Mayas ne s’est pas produite. Le grand « tsar » Poutine a annexé la Crimée ; l’État islamique a déclenché l’afflux des réfugiés en Europe. Leonardo DiCaprio a obtenu un oscar ; le prix Nobel de littérature a été attribué à Bob Dylan ; les frères Wachowski – que Ye Xiao adore – se sont d’abord transformés en frère et sœur, pour finalement devenir sœurs. Ce 14 août 2017, il s’est écoulé dix-huit ans depuis le jour où, selon Nostradamus, la fin du monde devait arriver.

1950 crime film, Side Street. The original had a famous car chase in and around Wall Street, shot from choppers and the tops of buildings. This time, they’re using drones, and we’ll be closing half a dozen streets over the weekend for the shoot. I haven’t met the director yet, just the DP and some assistants, but the lead was there—Leonardo DiCaprio!

The image in my head of a young Patty riding an ostrich becomes him throwing his stubby arms out to the side as Leonardo DiCaprio hugs him at the front of the Titanic. Okay, that’s weird.

Al recordar la anécdota de Cipri, pensaba en si Alex o Pau o yo hubiéramos dicho algo parecido. Para nosotros, más jóvenes, la película Titanic ya era un referente pop, así que probablemente nos vendría a la mente la escena en que Leonardo DiCaprio cena en primera clase y una nueva rica le dice por lo bajini que empiece utilizando los cubiertos que están más alejados del plato y, paulatinamente, se vaya acercando a este. Pero DiCaprio muere al final de la película. No muere por amor. Muere porque es pobre. Me equivoqué. Quizá el nombre no es el destino.

My customers mean well, but by the time the interview rolls around and Lindsay shows up, I want to crawl into a hole and stay hidden until hell freezes over or Leonardo DiCaprio dates someone his own age, whichever comes first. Probably the hell thing.

A far cry now that she is in Tajrish. This is District One. The posh end of town. Snuggled deep in between the streets of this bustling roundabout are where the rich live. She looks up, a huge billboard with a blue-eyed model sits there with a phone in his hand. Some brand she’s never heard of. She has never quite understood the infatuation Iranians have with celebrities and colored eyes. To her, it seems like any Iranian with green or blue eyes makes their way either on the big screen or on a billboard. The old traditional concept of Persian beauty, black eyes with a unibrow now replaced with Hollywood-inspired looks. The Leo DiCaprios, Brad Pitts of this world. Still a cheap knock-off of them as well.

from their peak in 2006, and the decline is explained entirely by the evaporation of interesting, intelligent mid-budget films. Studios realized their assumption that they had to make every type of movie for everyone was no longer true. So they focused on the types of movies that delivered the biggest and most consistent profits to their publicly traded parent corporations. Increasingly, that meant movies that appealed to audiences in Russia, Brazil, and China. These consumers weren’t likely to understand the cultural subtleties of an American drama or to consider people talking or even running for their lives to be adequate bang for their buck on an expensive night out. They expected spectacle, particularly if they were paying premiums for an IMAX or 3D screen, and they wanted stories that made sense to a villager in China, a resident of Rio de Janeiro, or a teenager in Kansas City. Transformers, in other words. And The Avengers. And Jurassic World and Fast and Furious and Star Wars. With the exception of 1997’s Titanic, which made a spectacle out of the sinking of a cruise ship and Leonardo DiCaprio’s eyes, the forty-eight highest-grossing Hollywood films overseas are all visual-effects-heavy action-adventure films or family animation.

What were you thinking when we were holding hands diagonally?” I ask. Jeff says, “I was thinking, ‘It’s going to be so hard for her when she chooses not to get on that lifeboat and stay with me.’ ” I decide I can’t start this marriage with a lie. “Really?” I say. “ ’Cause I was thinking that it was going to be so hard for you when I got on the lifeboat and you had to stay behind.” He is appalled. I plead my case. “Remember when we saw Titanic how mad I was at Kate Winslet when she climbed out of the lifeboat and back onto the ship? I think she encumbered Leonardo DiCaprio. If she had gone on the lifeboat, then he could have had that piece of wood she was floating on and they both would have survived. I would never do that to you.” I wait for his response, hoping that in the twenty-first century romantic love can be defined as not lying about your plans to get on the lifeboat and remembering to get your partner some pills. He just laughs. With that settled, we begin our married life.

His eyes burned into mine. It reminded me of the way he had looked at me at Genie’s Bar when we danced, right before he kissed me. Something intangible existed between us, I was sure of it. His gaze reminded me of how Leonardo DiCaprio’s looked at Claire Danes in Romeo + Juliet—hot and full of longing. Sure, after that first hot gaze in the beginning of the movie the whole thing turned to crap and they died at the end. But that first look was everything.

Brothers don't necessarily have to say anything to each other - they can sit in a room and be together and just be completely comfortable with each other.

I usually don't know these women. I literally don't know their names sometimes. More often than not, I meet them when I step into the car my manager sends to pick me up. And then the minute we walk into whatever venue we're going to, they go talk to Leonardo DiCaprio or Andy Cohen, or one of the Desperate Housewives-" "Do you mean the Real Housewives?" she asked as an impish smile overtook her face. "I mean, maybe they're snubbing you to go talk to Teri Hatcher...