The Invention Of Hugo Cabret Quotes

I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.

Maybe we are all cabinets of wonders.

I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.

Time can play all sorts of tricks on you. In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into the ground, wars are won and lost, and children transform, like butterflies, into adults.

If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from when you go to sleep at night, just look around. This is where they are made.

Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do...Maybe it's the same with people," Hugo continued. "If you lose your purpose...it's like your broken.

Even if all the clocks in the station break down, thought Hugo, time won't stop. Not even if you really want it to. Like now.

Fairy tales only happen in movies." -George Melies from The Invention of Hugo Cabret

As I look out at all of you gathered here, I want to say that I don't see a room full of Parisians in top hats and diamonds and silk dresses. I don't see bankers and housewives and store clerks. No. I address you all tonight as you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.

I hope the snow covers everything so all the footsteps are silenced, and the whole city can be at peace.

In that moment, the machinery of the world lined up. Somewhere a clock struck midnight, and Hugo's future seemed to fall perfectly into place.

Like a mermaid rising from an ocean of paper, the girl emerged across the room.

You can make up your own story when you look at a photo.

It looks like the whole city is made out of stars.

Sometimes I come up here at night...just to look at the city. I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.

She walked to the rear door and took out a bobby pin from her pocket. Hugo watched as she fiddled with the pin inside the lock until it clicked and the door opened. "How did you learn to do that?" asked Hugo. "Books," answered Isabelle.

Hugo headed off toward the door to leave, but the bookstore was warm and quiet, and the teetering piles of books fascinated him.

My house had suddenly turned into a hospital ward.

How did you learn to do that?" asked Hugo. "Books," answered Isabelle.

The idea of going to the movies made Hugo remember something Father had once told him about going to the movies when he was just a boy, when the movies were new. Hugo's father had stepped into a dark room, and on a white screen he had seen a rocket fly right into the eye of the man in the moon. Father said he had never experienced anything like it. It had been like seeing his dreams in the middle of the day.

Did you ever notice that all machines are made for some reason?" he asked Isabelle. "They are built to make you laugh, like the mouse here, or to tell the time, like clocks, or to fill you with wonder like the automaton. Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was made to do." Isabelle picked up the mouse, wound it again, and set it down. "Maybe it's the same with people," Hugo continued. "If you lose your purpose...it's like you're broken.

Y entonces pienso que, si el mundo es un gran mecanismo, tiene que haber alguna razón para que yo esté en él.

Then you know Prometheus was rescued in the end. His chains were broken, and he was finally set free." The old man squinted one of his eyes and added, "How about that?

Si dejas de tener un propósito en la vida es como… como si te rompieras.

The world is like a machine, there is no extra parts so your are meant to do something, even if you are a little rusted.

Tal vez sea esa la razón de que las máquinas rotas resulten tan tristes: ya no pueden cumplir con el propósito para el que fueron creadas.

Si dejas de tener un propósito en la vida es como... como si te rompieras.

Si dejamos volar nuestros sueños, podemos ser capaces de todo.

Hugo learned that Prometheus had created humankind out of mud, and then stolen fire from the gods as a gift for the people he had made, so they could survive. So Prometheus was a thief.

Having an eye patch actually makes it easier to look through a camera - I don't have to close one eye like everyone else.

«Si alguna vez te has preguntado de dónde vienen los sueños que tienes por la noche, mira a tu alrededor y lo sabrás. Aquí es donde se hacen los sueños».

I soon found out that I wasn't the only magician to turn to cinema. Many of us recognized that a new kind of magic had been invented, and we wanted to be part of it.

A volte la sera vengo qui anche se non devo regolare gli orologi, solo per guardare la città. Mi piace immaginare che il mondo sia un unico grande meccanismo. Sai, le macchine non hanno pezzi in più. Hanno esattamente il numero e il tipo di pezzi che servono. Così io penso che se il mondo è una grande macchina, io devo essere qui per qualche motivo. E anche tu.

Estoy mirando a todos los que han querido acompañarnos en esta velada, y quisiera decirles que no veo un auditorio lleno de parisinos ataviados con sombreros de copas, joyas y vestidos de seda. No veo banqueros, amas de casa o dependientes. No. Hoy me dirijo a ustedes viéndolos como lo que realmente son: sirenas, viajeros, aventureros y magos. Ustedes son los verdaderos soñadores.

Sometimes I come up here at night, even when I'm not fixing the clocks, just to look at the city. I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is one big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.

Did you ever notice that all machines are made for some reason? … They are built to make you laugh, like the mouse here, or to tell the time, like clocks, or to fill you with wonder like the automaton. Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do. … Maybe it's the same with people: if you lose your purpose, it's like you're broken.

The machine was so intricate, so complicated, that he almost got dizzy looking at it. Even in its sad state of disrepair, it was beautiful.

If the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason too.

Time can play all sorts of tricks on you. In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into the ground, wars are won and lost, and children transform, like butterflies, into adults. That's what happened to me. Once upon a time, I was a boy named Hugo Cabret, and I desperately believed that a broken automaton would save my life. Now that my cocoon has fallen away and I have emerged as a magician named Professor Alcofrisbas, I can look back and see that I was right. The automaton my father discovered did save me. But now I have built a new automaton. I spent countless hours designing it. I made every gear myself, carefully cut every brass disk, and fashioned every bt of machinery with my own hands. When you wind it up, it can do something I'm sure no other automaton in the world can do. It can tel you the incredible story of Georges Melies, his wife, their goddaughter, and a beloved clock maker whose son grew up to be a magician. The complicated machinery inside my automaton can produce one-hundred and fifty-eight different pictures, and it can wrote, letter, by letter, an entire book, twenty-six thousand one hundred and fifty-nine words. These words. THE END

He often took me to the studio where the movies were made and I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember how the sun shone through all the windows. I thought it looked like a fairytale palace. One afternoon your husband appeared and shook my hand. And he told me something I never forgot. He crouched on one knee and whispered to me, "If you ever wanted to know where dreams come from when you're sleeping at night, you just have to look around you, that's where they are made.

Did you ever realize that all machines are made for some reason?’ He asked Isabelle. ‘They are built to make you laugh, like the mouse here, or to tell the time, like clocks, or to fill you with wonder, like the automaton. Maybe that’s why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn’t able to do what it was mean to do…Maybe it’s the same with people,’ Hugo continued. ‘If you lose your purpose…it’s like you’re broken.

I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason.