,,And then there's another kind of love, the cruelest kind, the one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Most lovestories are about people who fall in love with each other, but what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone." - The holiday (2006) »Weil deine Augen nichts anderes sehen, als sie.«

Er war wie das Meer.

» Ich will nach Hause.«