<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724</id><updated>2011-11-20T17:53:18.641Z</updated><title type='text'>frases de filmes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>379</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-115032023491205583</id><published>2006-06-14T22:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:20:11.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconscientes; Joaquín Oristrell (9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/inconscientes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/inconscientes.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sexo não liberta dois seres humanos do abismo existente entre eles, a não ser por breves instantes. (Alma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade não nos liberta. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Léon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que não se perguntam, mas se exigem. (Alma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insultares-me só significa que gostas de mim. (Salvador)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sentimentos são desordens endócrinas.&lt;br /&gt;- Se os sentimentos fossem plantas, serias o jardim botânico.&lt;br /&gt;(Salvador/Alma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim ninguém me deixa por uma coisa tão prosaica como uma mulher. (Alma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer pessoa inteligente sabe que a finalidade da vida é a morte. (Dr. Mira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um falo é um falo. Não olhes para o falo dele como uma coisa à parte. O falo é dele e tanto ele como o falo dele te querem felizes. Fá-los felizes a eles. (Alma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grávidas têm intuições. Temos dois corações. (Alma)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-115032023491205583?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/115032023491205583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/115032023491205583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115032023491205583' title='Inconscientes; Joaquín Oristrell (9)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114987078990595612</id><published>2006-06-09T17:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:20:44.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice; Woody Allen (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/alice.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma emoção muito complexa. Não há lógica nas emoções. Sem pensamento racional pode haver muito romance, mas também muito sofrimento&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; (Dr. Yang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os fracassados são interessantes. (Musa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor forma de se conhecer um estranho é observá-lo. (Dr. Yang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os pinguins acasalam para toda a vida.&lt;br /&gt;- Acha que os pinguins são católicos? (risos)&lt;br /&gt;(Alice/Dr. Yang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114987078990595612?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114987078990595612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114987078990595612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114987078990595612' title='Alice; Woody Allen (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114987047536943540</id><published>2006-06-09T17:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:21:06.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As aventuras de Robin Hood; Michael Curtiz e William Keighley (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Aventuras_Robin_Hood.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Aventuras_Robin_Hood.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bateres à porta de uma senhora como se fosse uma taberna, mereces esperar. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marian&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Matarias um homem por dizer a verdade?&lt;br /&gt;- Se isso me divertisse, sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu prefiro outros divertimentos.&lt;br /&gt;(Robin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hood&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gisbourne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114987047536943540?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114987047536943540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114987047536943540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114987047536943540' title='As aventuras de Robin Hood; Michael Curtiz e William Keighley (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114976658349554398</id><published>2006-06-08T12:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:21:35.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Peaks - Os últimos sete dias de Laura Palmer; David Lynch (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Fire%20walk%20with%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Fire%20walk%20with%20me.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Magoamos sempre aqueles que amamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- O que queres dizer é que magoamos sempre aqueles de quem temos pena.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James/Laura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida como um peru num milheiral. (Laura)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114976658349554398?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114976658349554398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114976658349554398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114976658349554398' title='Twin Peaks - Os últimos sete dias de Laura Palmer; David Lynch (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114954316519676120</id><published>2006-06-05T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:21:51.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulholland Drive; David Lynch (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/mulholland%20drive.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/mulholland%20drive.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay banda! Não há banda. No hay orquestra. Tudo o que ouvem é de uma fita gravada. No hay banda, e porém... ouvimos uma (...) é tudo gravado. No hay banda! Está tudo gravado numa fita. Tudo é uma ilusão. (apresentador do &lt;em&gt;El Club Silencio&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio... silencio... silencio... no hay banda. No hay orquestra. Silencio... silencio...silencio... silencio... (Rita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atitude de um homem revela até certo ponto que tipo de vida virá a ter. (Cowboy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114954316519676120?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114954316519676120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114954316519676120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114954316519676120' title='Mulholland Drive; David Lynch (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114954280275448871</id><published>2006-06-05T22:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:22:50.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas da vida conjugal; Ingmar Bergman (15)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/cenas%20da%20vida%20conjugal.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/cenas%20da%20vida%20conjugal.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu podes dizer o que quiseres sobre quem te apetecer. Ajusta-se sempre, de qualquer maneira. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Johan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela insiste em contar-me os pormenores do seu passado erótico. Sofro de ciúme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retrospectivo&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Johan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito pior imaginar-se uma ameaça que não se conhece. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Magoamo&lt;/span&gt;-nos um ao outro sem sentido e as farpas permanecerão quando formos para a cama. É como estar deitada numa cama de pregos. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê tornar o sexo complicado? É uma coisa muito básica. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Johan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor (viver sozinha) do que ter um casamento sem amor. (paciente de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes parece que um casal está a falar em linhas telefónicas avariadas. Às vezes parece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;qe&lt;/span&gt; estamos a ouvir gravadores programados. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se falarmos a mesma língua, o dinheiro não interessa (...) se falarmos a mesma língua não interessa onde estamos. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Achas possível um casal ser parceiro para a vida?&lt;br /&gt;- É uma convenção absurda. O casamento deveria ser um contrato de cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;- Ou ser sujeito a renovação anual.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Johan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Auguste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Strinberg&lt;/span&gt; escreveu uma vez: "haverá algo mais assustador do que um homem e uma mulher que se odeiam?" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vosso casamento (...) pode levar uma pessoa a chorar. Até apetece espetar uma agulha no vosso lindo balão. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não tem imaginação nenhuma, o que faz dela melhor mentirosa.&lt;br /&gt;- O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; floreia muito as suas histórias. Às vezes acho comovente.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Katarina&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive e deixa morrer. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Johan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se as pessoas aprendessem a interessar-se umas pelas outras, enquanto crianças, o mundo seria diferente. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ontem alguém dizia que a falta de problemas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pode ser&lt;/span&gt; um grande problema. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114954280275448871?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114954280275448871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114954280275448871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114954280275448871' title='Cenas da vida conjugal; Ingmar Bergman (15)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114954165601150164</id><published>2006-06-05T22:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:23:25.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootsie; Sydney Pollack (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/tootsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/tootsie.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui melhor homem contigo, enquanto mulher, do que alguma vez fui com qualquer outra mulher, enquanto homem. Percebes? (Michael)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito no inferno. Acredito no DESEMPREGO, mas não no inferno. (Michael)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos de táxi?&lt;br /&gt;- Deixa, sai mais barato sermos assaltados.&lt;br /&gt;(Michael/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114954165601150164?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114954165601150164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114954165601150164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114954165601150164' title='Tootsie; Sydney Pollack (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114892165303168074</id><published>2006-05-29T17:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:24:03.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte no Nilo; John Guillermin (10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/morte%20no%20nilo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/morte%20no%20nilo2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterre os mortos. Não como os egípcios, para tentar a imortalidade. Mas como deve ser, definitivamente. Volte as costas ao passado. Olhe apenas em frente. Recorde que o tempo tudo cura. (Hercule Poirot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a filha do vigário só bebe água, vai de certeza acabar no gin. (Jacqueline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) uma brilhante falta de complicação. (gerente do Karnak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se apanham moscas com vinagre. (Hercule Poirot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é tão difícil de contar. (Hercule Poirot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uso apenas as células cinzentas. A sorte, dixo-a para os outros. (Hercule Poirot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes que é melhor viajar com esperança do que chegar ao destino? (Linnet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava a pensar em Molière: "A grande ambição das mulheres é inspirar o amor. "(Hercule Poirot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes o mal entrar no teu coração; ele fará lá a sua casa. (Hercule Poirot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha experiência tem sido que os homens se sentem menos atraídos por mulheres que os tratam bem. (Miss Bowers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114892165303168074?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114892165303168074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114892165303168074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114892165303168074' title='Morte no Nilo; John Guillermin (10)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114892102452901552</id><published>2006-05-29T17:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:24:32.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maridos e Mulheres; Woody Allen (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/maridos%20e%20mulheres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/maridos%20e%20mulheres.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amor não é necessariamente paixão e romance. Também tem a ver com companheirismo e é como um amortecedor para a solidão, creio.&lt;br /&gt;- Isso é importante, ter alguém com quem envelhecer. O que mata a maioria das pessoas são as expectativas irreais.&lt;br /&gt;(Sally/Jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mudar é como morrer.&lt;br /&gt;- (...) a vida é feita de mudança. Quem não muda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paralisa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Gabe/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Judy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que o verdadeiro teste é como se resiste a uma crise.&lt;br /&gt;- Todos fazem boa figura quando corre tudo de vento em popa.&lt;br /&gt;(Sally/Jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode ignorar os anos de intimidade. Pensa-se que sim, mas as raízes estão lá. (Jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a segunda lei da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;termodinâmica&lt;/span&gt;: mais tarde ou mais cedo, tudo se transforma numa trampa. (Sally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perder a esperança, comprometer os sonhos, e como pôr um chapéu cinzento. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114892102452901552?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114892102452901552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114892102452901552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114892102452901552' title='Maridos e Mulheres; Woody Allen (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114892026265320492</id><published>2006-05-29T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:31:03.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men 3 - O confronto final; Brett Ratner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/x%20men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/x%20men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Se pensas partir, certifica-te de que é mesmo aquilo que queres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não devias dizer-me antes para ficar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não sou o teu pai. Sou teu amigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Logan/Vampira)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114892026265320492?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114892026265320492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114892026265320492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114892026265320492' title='X-Men 3 - O confronto final; Brett Ratner'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114891922863821120</id><published>2006-05-29T17:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:24:51.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Código Da Vinci; Ron Howard (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/c??digo"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/c%3F%3Fdigo%20da%20vinci.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que importa realmente é aquilo em que acreditas. (Robert Langdon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê divino ou humano? O humano não pode ser divino? (Robert Langdon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114891922863821120?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114891922863821120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114891922863821120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114891922863821120' title='O Código Da Vinci; Ron Howard (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114856827856876839</id><published>2006-05-25T15:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:25:24.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte ao sol; Guy Hamilton (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Morte%20ao%20sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Morte%20ao%20sol.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há como uma noite descansada para desanuviar as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celulazinhas&lt;/span&gt; cinzentas. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hercule&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Poirot&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os rapazes riem-se de tudo que os afaste do estudo do latim. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hercule&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Poirot&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado existe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;maldade&lt;/span&gt; debaixo do sol. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hercule&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Poirot&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arlenes&lt;/span&gt; deste mundo não interessam, são apenas passageiras. Para contar, uma mulher precisa de ter bondade ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inteligência&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hercule&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Poirot&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114856827856876839?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114856827856876839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114856827856876839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114856827856876839' title='Morte ao sol; Guy Hamilton (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114856794523448378</id><published>2006-05-25T15:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:25:46.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Comum; Michael Polish (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/vida%20comum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/vida%20comum.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, todos os finais tristes se tornam alegres. O final triste é só por o autor parar de contar a história. Mas ela continua. Só não é contada. (Francis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; Independência... mal vês duas pessoas dependerem uma da outra, sentes-te logo constrangida. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miles&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114856794523448378?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114856794523448378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114856794523448378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114856794523448378' title='Vida Comum; Michael Polish (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114831125065139103</id><published>2006-05-22T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:20:50.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O nascimento de uma nação; D.W. Griffith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/birth_nation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/birth_nation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guerra, a reprodutora do ódio.&lt;/em&gt; (narrador)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114831125065139103?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114831125065139103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114831125065139103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114831125065139103' title='O nascimento de uma nação; D.W. Griffith'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114831112483340294</id><published>2006-05-22T16:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:26:09.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os contos de Canterbury; Pier Paolo Pasolini (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/canterbury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/canterbury.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brincar, a brincar, se dizem as verdades&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; (peregrino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor tirar a maçã podre do cesto antes que apodreça tudo o resto. (merceeiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa unida é mais forte do que quando dividida. (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114831112483340294?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114831112483340294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114831112483340294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114831112483340294' title='Os contos de Canterbury; Pier Paolo Pasolini (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114798210104932943</id><published>2006-05-18T20:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:27:00.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua de mel, Lua de fel; Roman Polanski (12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/lua%20de%20mel%20lua%20de%20fel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/lua%20de%20mel%20lua%20de%20fel.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá gozo magoar alguém que não significa nada para nós. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então, não te mataste?&lt;br /&gt;- Para quê, se já estava morta?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;/Mimi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei-a a olhar para aquela lua lindíssima. A mesma lua que eu via... mas a ela devia parecer menos bonita. Vemos as coisas de acordo com o nosso estado de espírito. Para ela, deve ter parecido veneno. Para mim, era doce como um pêssego. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dança tem de vir do coração (...) o meu coração está partido. (Mimi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos uma veia sádica, e nada a desperta tanto como saber que temos alguém à nossa mercê. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos criado uma dependência quase narcótica da televisão, a ajuda matrimonial que mais ajuda um casal a suportar-se sem precisar de conversar. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amantes deviam separar-se nos píncaros da paixão e nunca esperar pelo seu inevitável declínio. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez sentiu uma paixão total e incontrolável? Alguma vez adorou realmente uma mulher? Nada num amor assim pode ser obsceno. Não vê que tudo o que se passa entre nós os dois é como um sacramento? (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via toda a beleza do universo encanada num único corpo feminino e senti, com uma certeza tão súbita como cega, que aquilo é que era. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me tão excitado que cheguei com meia hora de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;antecedência&lt;/span&gt;. Tinha os nervos completamente em franja. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após oito anos, tudo o que tinha para provar os meus esforços era quatro romances por publicar e uma montanha de recusas, mas ralava-me lá! Esplanadas, saias esvoaçantes, aventuras passageiras... Paris era o paraíso! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mau duas pessoas casadas há tanto tempo andarem sempre coladas. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fiona&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114798210104932943?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114798210104932943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114798210104932943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114798210104932943' title='Lua de mel, Lua de fel; Roman Polanski (12)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114798105373961653</id><published>2006-05-18T20:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:27:46.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Prémio; Mark Robson (12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/PREMIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/PREMIO.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao ficar a vê-la a caminhar ao longo do corredor, fiquei com a sensação de conhecer as suas pernas a vida toda&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; (Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se zangue (...) eu sou malcriado com toda a gente. (Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Case comigo.&lt;br /&gt;- Nós temos um ditado na Suécia: Para quê contentarmo-nos com um prato, se temos um Smorgasbord?&lt;br /&gt;(Andrew/Inger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aponto, para se lembrar de se esquecer. (recepcionista)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que gosto de fazer esperar. (Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca negue a um homem o direito de ficar inconsciente. (Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bocejo voluntariamente ao fim do terceiro bar cheio de fumo. Ajuda a respirar. (Mr. Bergh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava só a olhar. Se não quer que olhem, tape-a com uma saca de batatas. Pensando melhor, ela ficava muito bem numa saca de batatas. (Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que idade tem? A maior parte das raparigas neste sítio tem ar de ter idade para já estar na cama.&lt;br /&gt;- Aceito.&lt;br /&gt;(Andrew/Emily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roupa não se limita a proteger-nos do sol e do ar. Torna o corpo demasiado misterioso, dando azo a pensamentos indecorosos. (Mr. Norberg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me preocupo sempre se vai algo correr mal? Nunca corre. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vou deixar de me preocupar? Em breve, suponho. É a única vantagem de ter 79 anos. (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114798105373961653?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114798105373961653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114798105373961653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114798105373961653' title='O Prémio; Mark Robson (12)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114772366222885023</id><published>2006-05-15T21:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:29:34.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma lição de amor; Ingmar Bergman (27)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/li????o"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/li%3F%3F%3F%3Fo%20amor.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina o aborrecimento que seria ser tudo igual. Por isso existe a morte: para originar nova vida. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Henrik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Erneman&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nunca mais serei esposa! Já desempenhei esse papel até à exaustão. Além de que é um mau papel.&lt;br /&gt;- Sê uma amante até à morte. Todos os dias começarei com uma ária sobre a tua beleza e encanto. Ao almoço ofereço-te flores, de joelhos, e todas as noites farei o papel de amante apaixonado. Vamos ver quanto tempo aguentas essa vida.&lt;br /&gt;- Às vezes podias falar-me da minha beleza, podias oferecer-me uma flor e às vezes podias ter-me amado em vez de leres o jornal. Podias ter-me dito que sou a melhor amante do mundo, embora saibamos que não sou. Porque não brincamos um com o outro? Não podemos fazer um pouco de comédia um com o outro?&lt;br /&gt;- Não num país que tem 11 meses de inverno por ano. Com um homem que tem vergonha dos seus braços magros e barriga. Ninguém tem energia num ambiente cru e opressivo como este... quero que vivamos na realidade. Não tenho imaginação para comédias.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marianne&lt;/span&gt;/David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que crianças fomos, ao pensarmos que ia durar para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;- É a experiência de todos os amantes: a impossibilidade do amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;(Marianne/David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro trabalha-se, depois brinca-se. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o que é o amor? Um esgar vigoroso que acaba num bocejo. (Marianne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem adulto é raro, meu caro. Uma mulher escolhe a criança que lhe dá mais proveito. (Marianne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é uma massa paralizante. Debatemo-nos, mas no fim sufocamos. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, não, não pensas que o fruto te vai cair nas mãos com tanta facilidade. Nesse caso, há-de ser uma maçã azeda. Há coisas que não esqueço com facilidade. (Marianne, em pensamento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A sua virtude é difícil como o Evereste.&lt;br /&gt;- O que sabe da minha virtude? As mulheres não a têm por natureza. Vocês, homens, planearam imaculada concepção juntamente com Deus. E a virgindade, a virtude, a castidade e a inocência. Não! Não é de forma nenhuma "amen". Um homem pod ser lascivo à sua vontade e vocês chamam-no de "garanhão", na vossa linguagem de machos. Mas se uma mulher tem vitalidade no corpo e desejo, chamam-na de prostituta.&lt;br /&gt;(David/Marianne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando a reprodução, um homem é um factor negligenciável no mundo feminino. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Todas as mulheres adoram casar.&lt;br /&gt;- Que ingenuidade (...) É muito ingénuo para não perceber que uma mulher não quer sentir-se como esposa, mas sim como mulher.&lt;br /&gt;- E como é que isso funciona?&lt;br /&gt;- Isso é o que um homem determina.&lt;br /&gt;- Um trabalho a tempo inteiro, para milionários.&lt;br /&gt;- Um passatempo... para homens.&lt;br /&gt;(David/Marianne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os problemas de casamento resolvem-se na cama.&lt;br /&gt;- Isso é tão banal.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;(David/Marianne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes os casamentos precisam de um abalo. Senão, morrem. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tudo é terrivelmente inconsequente. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida, na melhor das hipóteses, parece ser uma colaboração. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se quer ficar sozinho depressa, descobrimos que somos muita gente. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É natural que a mãe tenha um amante quando o pai também tem. (Nix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a minha melhor amiga? Estamos sempre juntas. Ela vinha no verão e eu estava feliz. Íamos nadar e construir uma casa na árvore. Ela veio há um tempo, estava mudada. Tornou-se numa mulherzinha parva que pinta os lábios e usa caracóis. Na praia andava a balançar e a mostrar o traseiro num fato de banho reduzido. Parecia parva com aquele traseiro enorme. E tudo o que dizia que deveríamos fazer ela achava parvo. Era uma rapariga completamente diferente! Depois apaixonou-se por um parvo que eu nem olharia para ele (...) Ela queria ficar sozinha com ele para poderem namorar e depois contou-me tudo. Chocante! (Nix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é tão chocante. Tão desesperadamente estúpido. Não quero amar homem nenhum! (Nix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que não foi o homem o primeiro a ser criado, foi a mulher, de certeza.&lt;br /&gt;- Numa manhã de sábado.&lt;br /&gt;- Ao sol. Ele estava bem-disposto. A mulher foi criada a partir da terra, com a eternidade nas narinas.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas chateou-se por não ter ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;- Então, Deus criou homem, depois do jantar, e no meio de um espreguiçar usou a mesma forma, mas um homem é para companhia, por isso não se preocupou muito.&lt;br /&gt;- E a costela?&lt;br /&gt;- Se calhar foi mais para baixo?&lt;br /&gt;- Se calhar, Deus é uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;- Mulheres... são como a vida, têm maravilhas e enganos.&lt;br /&gt;- Ora aí está... cria confusões e dores de cabeça, são as glândulas a ferver.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, é bom.&lt;br /&gt;(David/Sam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ser um chato é um direito indiscutível. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro os meus chinelos e o indiferente fogo da lareira, em relação ao seu corpo perfumado; um fogo completamente diferente, que é perigoso e destrói tudo o que chamamos de lar (...) e que leva a lado nenhum. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que terrível reacção em cadeia se seguiria a um momento de irresponsabilidade... (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não tem problemas com as mulheres?&lt;br /&gt;- Desde que matei a minha noiva, não.&lt;br /&gt;(David/Sam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena de si. Aquele que vê as mulheres de ângulos estranhos acaba sempre um pouco peculiar. (Susanne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O arrependimento e as garras da consciência são siameses. (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta comédia podia ter sido uma tragédia, mas acabou por correr tudo bem. Nem o actor nem as actrizes são os professores desta lição, mas sim a vida, com as voltas e reviravoltas absurdas. Pode assistir a esta lição de amor com um sorriso indulgente, uma vez que é elementar e você já passou essa altura. Ou não? (narrador)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114772366222885023?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114772366222885023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114772366222885023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114772366222885023' title='Uma lição de amor; Ingmar Bergman (27)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114771926844960272</id><published>2006-05-15T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:30:59.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboetas; Sergio Trefaut (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/lisboetas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/lisboetas.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o destino dos emigrantes: trabalham muito e ficam sem nada&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estás no fim do mundo e tentas encontrar algo no quintal dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não tomes só comprimidos, come fruta. Só comprimidos faz mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114771926844960272?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114771926844960272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114771926844960272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114771926844960272' title='Lisboetas; Sergio Trefaut (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114771908554697422</id><published>2006-05-15T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:31:41.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Novo Mundo; Terrence Malick (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Novo_mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Novo_mundo.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algo que sei quando estou contigo e esqueço quando estou longe. (John Smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A consciência é uma maçada. (Cap. Argall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têm fome, mas escavam à procura de ouro. (John Smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114771908554697422?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114771908554697422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114771908554697422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114771908554697422' title='O Novo Mundo; Terrence Malick (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114746096407920086</id><published>2006-05-12T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T20:10:27.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Repulsa; Roman Polanski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/repulsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/repulsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os homens são todos iguais. São como crianças: depois de levarem umas palmadas querem doces.&lt;/em&gt; (cliente de Carole)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114746096407920086?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114746096407920086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114746096407920086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114746096407920086' title='Repulsa; Roman Polanski'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114720658318778129</id><published>2006-05-09T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:29:43.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missão Impossível 3; J.J. Abrams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Missao_impossivel_3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Missao_impossivel_3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vê-se logo o carácter de uma pessoa pela forma como trata quem não precisa de tratar bem.&lt;/em&gt; (Owen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114720658318778129?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114720658318778129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114720658318778129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114720658318778129' title='Missão Impossível 3; J.J. Abrams'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114669819595756995</id><published>2006-05-04T00:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:33:10.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem comigo; Clément Virgo (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/lie-with-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/lie-with-me.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que esperar até sermos destapados. (Leila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens pensam que a cidade é deles. Deixam o seu odor em cada esquina. (Leila)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114669819595756995?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114669819595756995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114669819595756995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114669819595756995' title='Vem comigo; Clément Virgo (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114647831648140282</id><published>2006-05-01T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:42:30.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopin - Vontade de amar; Jerzy Antczak (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Chopin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Chopin.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na arte, para além do talento também é preciso ter paciência. (George Sand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Eles estavam a fazer coisas indecentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Como sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Espreitei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Solange/George Sand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que pena não seres escultor. Pousaria nua para ti. (Solange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Para uma mulher deve ser terrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- O quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;- As lágrimas. As lágrimas de um homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;- Todos eles chorara,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;(Frederic Chopin/George Sand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um homem gosta de ter uma mulher de quem não gosta, mas abomina ser possuído por uma mulher de quem não gosta. (Frederic Chopin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mudei de ideias; é uma característica das mulheres. (baronesa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114647831648140282?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114647831648140282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114647831648140282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114647831648140282' title='Chopin - Vontade de amar; Jerzy Antczak (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114641508367806104</id><published>2006-04-30T17:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:47:14.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast on Pluto; Neil Jordan (12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Breakfast_on_pluto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Breakfast_on_pluto.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde dizia: Adoro falar sobre nada. É a única coisa de que percebo alguma coisa. (Pisco-de-peito-ruivo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguma lei que diga que as grávidas têm de vestir-se como matronas? Um vestido bonito é a animação de que ela precisa. (Kitten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem todas podem ter "bazucas" grandes. Há umas que são o que podemos chamar "svelte". Creio que é uma palavra sueca. (Kitten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou um rapaz. Sou uma rapariga. (Kitten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E tentares arranjar um emprego normal?&lt;br /&gt;- Senhor Inspector, não sou assim lá muito "empregável".&lt;br /&gt;(Wallis/Kitten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma coisa esplendorosa. (Kitten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apercebeu-se, na cidade que nunca dorme, que as canções de amor não passam disso.&lt;br /&gt;- Há algum problema nisso?&lt;br /&gt;- Nenhum, se não acreditarmos nelas. Ela acreditava.&lt;br /&gt;(Kitten/Bertie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço de conta que é uma história, que está a acontecer a outra pessoa(...) senão desatava a chorar e nunca mais parava. (Kitten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quantas Eily Bergin é que achas que há em Londres?&lt;br /&gt;- Pode ter mudado de nome.&lt;br /&gt;- De olhos não terá mudado.&lt;br /&gt;(Irwin/Charlie/Kitten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só "panascas" é que não mata, quando mata toda a gente?! (Kitten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora percebo que aquilo das rosas era a brincar. E dos doces, talvez. Mas foi bom enquanto durou. (Kitten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem precisa de algum glamour na vida dela. Não precisamos todos? (Kitten)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114641508367806104?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114641508367806104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114641508367806104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114641508367806104' title='Breakfast on Pluto; Neil Jordan (12)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114641173656722071</id><published>2006-04-30T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:42:16.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie 4; David Zucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Scary-Movie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Scary-Movie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho romântica a forma como o amor sempre encontra alguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114641173656722071?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114641173656722071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114641173656722071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114641173656722071' title='Scary Movie 4; David Zucker'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114608535033997066</id><published>2006-04-26T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:49:12.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A fool there was; Frank Powell (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/fool%20there%20was.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/fool%20there%20was.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês homens encobrem os pecados vergonhosos uns dos outros. Mas quando se trata de uma mulher, quão depressa a expõem e a condenam! (amiga de Kate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ratazanas abandonam sempre um navio a afundar-se. (John)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor é frequentemente uma cruz. (Kate) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempestade e escuridão! Serão um presságio? (Kate) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool there was and he made his prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;(Even as you and I!)&lt;br /&gt;To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair&lt;br /&gt;(We called her the woman who did not care),&lt;br /&gt;But the fool he called her his lady fair&lt;br /&gt;(Even as you and I!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste&lt;br /&gt;And the work of our head and hand,&lt;br /&gt;Belong to the woman who did not know&lt;br /&gt;(And now we know that she never could know)&lt;br /&gt;And did not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool there was and his goods he spent&lt;br /&gt;(Even as you and I!)&lt;br /&gt;Honor and faith and a sure intent&lt;br /&gt;But a fool must follow his natural bent&lt;br /&gt;(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant),&lt;br /&gt;(Even as you and I!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost&lt;br /&gt;And the excellent things we planned,&lt;br /&gt;Belong to the woman who didn't know why&lt;br /&gt;(And now we know she never knew why)&lt;br /&gt;And did not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fool we stripped to his foolish hide&lt;br /&gt;(Even as you and I!)&lt;br /&gt;Which she might have seen when she threw him aside--&lt;br /&gt;(But it isn't on record the lady tried)&lt;br /&gt;So some of him lived but the most of him died--&lt;br /&gt;(Even as you and I!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame&lt;br /&gt;That stings like a white hot brand.&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to know that she never knew why&lt;br /&gt;(Seeing at last she could never know why)&lt;br /&gt;And never could understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Vampire, de Rudyard Kipling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114608535033997066?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114608535033997066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114608535033997066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114608535033997066' title='A fool there was; Frank Powell (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114556416401567376</id><published>2006-04-20T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:16:04.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost in the Shell; Mamoru Oshii (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/ghost%20in%20the%20shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/ghost%20in%20the%20shell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas as coisas mudam. O teu esforço para permaneceres como és é aquilo que te limita.&lt;/em&gt; (Puppet Master)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114556416401567376?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114556416401567376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114556416401567376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114556416401567376' title='Ghost in the Shell; Mamoru Oshii (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114556379213433373</id><published>2006-04-20T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:52:22.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost in the Shell 2: Inocência; Mamoru Oshii (11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/ghost%20in%20the%20shell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/ghost%20in%20the%20shell2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe a lealdade que protege segredos e a lealdade que protege a verdade. Não podemos servir as duas. (Batô)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentamos a morte de um pássaro, mas não o sangue de um peixe. Abençoados, os que têm voz! (Major) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode olhar um espelho e não ver maldade? O espelho não mostra a maldade, cria-a. (Major)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é por ir longe que um burro regressa como um cavalo. A ruína dele deu-se quando tentou dar passos maiores do que as pernas. (Batô) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida e a morte dançam como marionetas em cima de uma mesa. Quando lhes cortam o fio, rapidamente caem. (mensagem electrónica) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto menos se esquece, menos se recorda. (Batô) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso ser César para compreender César. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maioria de nós não é tão feliz ou infeliz como pensa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De onde virá a obsessão humana pela auto-duplicação? (Haraway) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros não comem os diospiros verdes; esperam que fiquem maduros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espelho não mostra a verdade. Apenas a distorce. (Togusa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114556379213433373?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114556379213433373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114556379213433373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114556379213433373' title='Ghost in the Shell 2: Inocência; Mamoru Oshii (11)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114556058513115487</id><published>2006-04-20T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:54:43.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decameron; Pier Paolo Pasolini (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/decameron.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/decameron.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque realizar uma obra, se é tão bonito imaginá-la apenas? (pintor aluno de Giotto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequei tanto ao longo da minha vida, que se o fizer uma vez mais no leito de morte, não fará diferença. (Ciappelletto) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se lixe quem nos quer mal. (Ciappelletto) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas sabem que um galo serve para dez galinhas, mas também sabem que dez homens podem satisfazer apenas uma mulher. (Masetto) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas as mulheres que aqui vieram, ouvi dizer que nada é tão doce como o que uma mulher faz com um homem. (freira) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes como é, há males que vêm por bem. (Andreuccio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As freiras têm todas o diabo no corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar no meio de mulheres não é para homens. (Masetto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114556058513115487?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114556058513115487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114556058513115487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114556058513115487' title='Decameron; Pier Paolo Pasolini (8)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114548311162672948</id><published>2006-04-19T22:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:55:33.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matou; Fritz Lang (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/matou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/matou.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impresionante aquilo de que uma pessoa se é capaz de lembrar quando é deixada sozinha uma hora ou duas. (Inspector Karl Lohmann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-os cantar. Ao menos enquanto os ouvirmos cantar, sabemos que estão bem. (Frau Beckmann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um na rua pode ser o culpado... (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114548311162672948?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114548311162672948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114548311162672948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114548311162672948' title='Matou; Fritz Lang (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114548155177374792</id><published>2006-04-19T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:56:12.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Infiltrado; Spike Lee (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/infiltrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/infiltrado.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando há sangue nas ruas, alguém vai para a cadeia. (Keith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando houver sangue nas ruas, compra propriedades. (Madeline) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amam-se?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Então o dinheiro não importa(...) o dinheiro não compra o amor.&lt;br /&gt;- O que estou a aprender hoje!...&lt;br /&gt;(Dalton/Keith) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se sabe a reacção de alguém quando fica encurralado. (Keith) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz o 50Cent, enriquece ou morre a tentar. (Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114548155177374792?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114548155177374792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114548155177374792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114548155177374792' title='Infiltrado; Spike Lee (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114536888953188538</id><published>2006-04-18T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:01:29.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história de violência; David Cronenberg (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/violencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/violencia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há muitas mulheres bonitas no mundo. Nunca conheci nenhuma que me motivasse a abandonar todas as outras. É claro que se pode mijar fora do penico, mas isso dá muito trabalho.&lt;/em&gt; (Richie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114536888953188538?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114536888953188538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114536888953188538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114536888953188538' title='Uma história de violência; David Cronenberg (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114530979699674209</id><published>2006-04-17T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:57:06.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metrópolis; Fritz Lang (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/metropolis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/metropolis.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pode haver entendimento entre as mãos e o cérebro, a menos que o coração actue como moderador. (Maria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os hinos e as preces de uns tornaram-se na maldição de muitos. (Maria) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai, pai, não sabia que dez horas podiam ser tortura! (Freder, após fazer o trabalho de um dia de um dos empregados do pai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114530979699674209?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114530979699674209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114530979699674209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114530979699674209' title='Metrópolis; Fritz Lang (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114530928608043983</id><published>2006-04-17T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:28:06.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O vampiro; Carl Theodor Dreyer (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/vampyr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/vampyr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não és mais do que pó, e ao pó voltarás.&lt;/em&gt; (numa lápide)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114530928608043983?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114530928608043983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114530928608043983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114530928608043983' title='O vampiro; Carl Theodor Dreyer (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114530915458056761</id><published>2006-04-17T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:25:54.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O gabinete do dr.Caligari; Robert Wiene (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/caligari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/caligari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós rainhas, não temos permissão para seguir os nossos corações.&lt;/em&gt; (Jane)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114530915458056761?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114530915458056761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114530915458056761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114530915458056761' title='O gabinete do dr.Caligari; Robert Wiene (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114501724106007027</id><published>2006-04-14T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:58:12.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tigre e a neve; Roberto Benigni (11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/tigre_neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/tigre_neve.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa é um abismo. Ficamos com vertigens, só de olhar lá para dentro. (Fuad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo uma velha lenda islâmica, Alá de quando em quando desce à Terra, porque tem saudades da vista que se tem para o céu. (Fuad) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande relógio do tempo só tem uma palavra: agora. (Attilio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres ficam tão belas, quando decidem fazer amor... (Attilio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer-te o que a Primavera faz às cerejas. (Attilio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero tomar chá sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;- Também eu quero tomar chá sozinho, que coincidência! Podemos tomá-lo juntos.&lt;br /&gt;(Vittoria/Attilio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... isso é como gostar de cerejas e sonhar com cerejas. É perfeitamente banal. Gostas dela, devias sonhar com outra coisa, que a simbolizasse. Isso seria um sonho maduro. (Ermanno) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os poetas não olham, vêem. (Attilio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para se transmitir felicidade é preciso ser feliz. Para se transmitir dor, é preciso ser feliz. (Attilio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia não está fora, mas dentro de nós. (Attilio) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não comecem por escrever poesia de amor; é a mais difícil. Esperem pelos oitenta anos. (Attilio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114501724106007027?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114501724106007027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114501724106007027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114501724106007027' title='O tigre e a neve; Roberto Benigni (11)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114494473651115873</id><published>2006-04-13T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:58:58.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob o signo de Capricórnio; Alfred Hitchcock (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/sob_capricornio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/sob_capricornio.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado de um homem só a ele diz respeito. (Mr. Potter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu dinheiro é tão bom como o dos outros. (Sam Flusky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse frequentado o exército, saberia que é à última ordem que se deve obedecer. (Governador)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114494473651115873?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114494473651115873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114494473651115873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114494473651115873' title='Sob o signo de Capricórnio; Alfred Hitchcock (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114494384102668563</id><published>2006-04-13T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:00:52.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuch Kuch Hota Hai; Karan Johar (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/kush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/kush.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, o amor traz tanta dor! (desconhecida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é estranho. (Mr. Malhotra) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mal nenhum em pareceres uma rapariga, de vez em quando. (Mrs. Sharma ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem amizade, não há amor. (Raul) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Feliz dia da amizade!&lt;br /&gt;- Acabámos de nos conhecer; a amizade ainda está longe.&lt;br /&gt;(Raul/Tina) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é bonita, e então? Hoje em dia são todas bonitas. (Mrs. Khanna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114494384102668563?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114494384102668563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114494384102668563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114494384102668563' title='Kuch Kuch Hota Hai; Karan Johar (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114494290380857780</id><published>2006-04-13T16:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:01:42.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultravioleta; Kurt Wimmer (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/ultravioleta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/ultravioleta.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque nunca deixas alguém aproximar-se?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque esses momentos são tão lindos, que se tornam num inferno quando acabam.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garth&lt;/span&gt;/Violeta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando era criança, costumava sonhar com lugares como este. Mas quando a vida nos trama, percebemos que esses lugares não existem. (Violeta)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114494290380857780?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114494290380857780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114494290380857780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114494290380857780' title='Ultravioleta; Kurt Wimmer (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114485329792423560</id><published>2006-04-12T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:10:59.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chantagem; Alfred Hitchcock (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/chantagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/chantagem.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher sabe por instinto em quem confiar. (Alice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que não fazem nada senão falar da vida alheia. Antes se preocupassem com a sua própria vida. (frequentadora da loja do pai de Alice) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é dar um pontapé a um cão que passa na rua, outra coisa é espetar uma faca num homem. Consigo entender que afoguem alguém. É limpo e não suja, só molha um pouco. Mas facas? Não é coisa para mim. Além do mais uma faca é difícil de usar. (frequentadora da loja do pai de Alice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114485329792423560?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114485329792423560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114485329792423560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114485329792423560' title='Chantagem; Alfred Hitchcock (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114476406513704080</id><published>2006-04-11T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:01:05.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mónica e o desejo; Ingmar Bergman (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/monica_desejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/monica_desejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cogumelos fritos e cogumelos cozidos e sopa de cogumelos... se continuarmos assim, o Harry Junior vai ser um cogumelo!&lt;/em&gt; (Mónica)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114476406513704080?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114476406513704080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114476406513704080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114476406513704080' title='Mónica e o desejo; Ingmar Bergman (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114476390862857543</id><published>2006-04-11T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:11:41.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Édipo Rei; Pier Paolo Pasolini (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/rei_edipo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/rei_edipo.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já estou salvo, porque tenho do meu lado a verdade. (Tirésias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inútil. O abismo onde me arrojas está dentro de ti. (Esfinge) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que se quer saber, existe. Aquilo que não se quer saber, não existe. (Creonte) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde vais, minha juventude? Onde vais, minha vida? (reflexão em legendas) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses não querem luxo, mas pureza de coração. (Merope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114476390862857543?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114476390862857543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114476390862857543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114476390862857543' title='Édipo Rei; Pier Paolo Pasolini (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114476289535518657</id><published>2006-04-11T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:25:08.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos gostam da mesma; Wes Anderson (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/todos_gostam_da_mesma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/todos_gostam_da_mesma.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia esforçar-me por conquistar raparigas. É a única coisa a que os outros dão valor. (Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém tem a hipótese de ter uma vida extraordinária, não deve guardar isso só para si. (Jean Jackes Custeau)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114476289535518657?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114476289535518657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114476289535518657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114476289535518657' title='Todos gostam da mesma; Wes Anderson (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114462203154423359</id><published>2006-04-09T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:27:37.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami; David Frankel (11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/miami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/miami.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo o casamento como vejo Miami: é quente e tempestuosa, e por vezes um pouco perigosa... mas se é assim tão má, porque continua a haver tanto trânsito? (Gwyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foi uma bela festa. Não é mau quando morre alguém idoso; toda a gente come. (Gwyn) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- As pessoas racionais não se casam.&lt;br /&gt;- As pessoas racionais não se apaixonam.&lt;br /&gt;(Gwyn/Matt) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Num relacionamento vulgar, é completamente normal abdicar de parte da nossa identidade. (Nina) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Se vou passar a noite a pensar, o melhor é saber logo tudo. (Gwyn) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Tens a subtileza de um pica-pau. (Gwyn) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Não imagino a mãe com outro homem. Na verdade, tenho dificuldades em imaginá-la com o pai. (Gwyn) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;O comportamento ritual dá-nos uma sensação de segurança. (Matt) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;A idade não perdoa. (Nina) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Num funeral sabemos que o sofrimento já acabou. Num casamento estão todos felizes, os problemas ainda nem sequer começaram. (Gwyn) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Sou a filha do meio. Acho sempre que os bons momentos só acontecem aos outros. (Gwyn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114462203154423359?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114462203154423359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114462203154423359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114462203154423359' title='Miami; David Frankel (11)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114460429570682657</id><published>2006-04-09T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:12:32.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Instinto fatal 2; Michael Caton-Jones (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/instinto_fatl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/instinto_fatl2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dores impossíveis de ignorar. (Catherine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se pode prender alguém só por essa pessoa poder fazer alguma coisa. (Michael)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comportamentos anti-sociais têm o condão de nos livrar de chatos. Pelo menos por algum tempo. (Milena)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte está sempre presente e é a única coisa real. (Catherine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114460429570682657?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114460429570682657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114460429570682657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114460429570682657' title='Instinto fatal 2; Michael Caton-Jones (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114460324769434973</id><published>2006-04-09T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:31:51.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Idade do Gelo 2: Descongelados; Carlos Saldanha (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/iceage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/iceage2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens de te libertar do passado, para poderes ter um futuro. (sid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As pedras não têm medo, e o que lhes acontece? Afundam-se. O medo é natural. (Sid) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Achas que é a rapariga que me convém?&lt;br /&gt;- Ela tem montes de graça e tu não tens nenhuma. Ela COMPLETA-TE.&lt;br /&gt;(Manny/Sid) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Para os gambás, coragem é estupidez. Devias fugir mais. (Ellie) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Quando se está à beira da extinção, não é uma boa altura para ser exigente. (Sid) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;O 1 é de facto um número solitário. (Sid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Quem disse que podiam enterrar a preguiça?&lt;br /&gt;- Não lhes reprimas a criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;(Manny/Diego)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114460324769434973?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114460324769434973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114460324769434973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114460324769434973' title='A Idade do Gelo 2: Descongelados; Carlos Saldanha (7)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114442997549888593</id><published>2006-04-07T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:33:40.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os despojos do dia; James Ivory (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/despojos_dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/despojos_dia.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se algo não me agrada, gosto de poder dizer "que se dane!" (Mr.Benn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- E dinheiro?&lt;br /&gt;- Não temos nenhum. Mas que importa?&lt;br /&gt;- Verás que não é fácil viver na pobreza.&lt;br /&gt;- Temo-nos um ao outro. De que mais poderá uma pessoa necessitar?&lt;br /&gt;(Miss Kenton/Lizzie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sapatos demasiado apertados... vaidade. (Mr.D'Ivry) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eis aquilo a que todos devíamos almejar: dignidade. (Stevens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114442997549888593?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114442997549888593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114442997549888593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114442997549888593' title='Os despojos do dia; James Ivory (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114442953813602335</id><published>2006-04-07T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:05:38.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor assassino; Davis Guggenheim (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/rumor_assassino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/rumor_assassino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mar é vasto. Há muitos peixes. Muitos, muitos peixes.&lt;/em&gt; (Derrick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114442953813602335?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114442953813602335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114442953813602335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114442953813602335' title='Rumor assassino; Davis Guggenheim (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114415850262934015</id><published>2006-04-04T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:13:21.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terapia do amor; Ben Younger (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/terapia_amor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/terapia_amor.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um relacionamento é quando já ninguém repara quem paga a conta, é quando fazemos chichi em frente um do outro... (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem o amor garante que eles não se magoem um ao outro. Aliás, o mais provável é precisamente o contrário. (Rita)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pénis dele... é tão lindo que me apetece tricotar-lhe um chapelinho. (Rafi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de sexo?... Então não lhe compres o nintendo. (Katherine) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma relação dá trabalho. (Lisa) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor nem sempre chega. (Lisa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114415850262934015?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114415850262934015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114415850262934015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114415850262934015' title='Terapia do amor; Ben Younger (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114409436428702259</id><published>2006-04-03T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:14:10.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heróis como nós; Diane Keaton (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/herois_como_nos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/herois_como_nos.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se deve deitar fora recordações. (Arthur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é fácil ser de outro planeta. (Selma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se estiver triste pode maquilhar-se. Vai sentir-se melhor. (Arthur) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As conchas têm o som do mar dentro delas. Acho que as bolas têm os sons das crianças que brincam com elas. Mas é imperceptível. (Arthur) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos são como as memórias: são fáceis de perder. (Arthur) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas deitam fora imensas coisas boas. (Arthur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114409436428702259?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114409436428702259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114409436428702259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114409436428702259' title='Heróis como nós; Diane Keaton (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114389399869186004</id><published>2006-04-01T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:40:59.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Accattone; Pier Paolo Pasolini (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/accattone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/accattone.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é de quem tem dentes. (amigo de Accattone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É mesmo verdade que o hábito faz o monge! (amigo de Accattone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é a fome, senão um vício? Vontade de comer. Se em crianças não nos tivessem habituado a comer... (Accattone)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sortudo, tu que podes comer ossos. (Accattone, falando para um cão) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;(...) tão inocente (...) sorte a tua, que não percebes nada. (Accattone) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Escuta o profeta: Hoje vendes o anel (...) depois vendes o relógio (..) daqui a 77 dias nem os olhos tens para chorar. (amigo de Accattone) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Aprende a viver! Faz como eu, que não amo ninguém. Por isso me chamam Amore. (prostituta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114389399869186004?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114389399869186004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114389399869186004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114389399869186004' title='Accattone; Pier Paolo Pasolini (7)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114375977137892267</id><published>2006-03-31T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:14:49.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drácula de Bram Stoker; Francis Ford Coppola (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/dracula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/dracula.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é mais forte que a morte. (Mina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Há muito a aprender com os animais. (Drácula) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Jonathan diz que o defeito dos ricos é dizerem tudo o que pensam. (Mina) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem mais feliz na Terra é aquele que encontra o amor verdadeiro. (Drácula) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mortos viajam depressa. (desconhecida)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114375977137892267?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114375977137892267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114375977137892267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114375977137892267' title='Drácula de Bram Stoker; Francis Ford Coppola (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114375907066937951</id><published>2006-03-30T23:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:15:27.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casanova; Lasse Hallström (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/casanova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/casanova.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sê a chama, e não a traça. (Casanova)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A infelicidade é pouco atraente. (Casanova) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos a Igreja Católica. Podemos fazer tudo. (Pucci) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saberá ele quem somos? Deveria sentir-se honrado de ser credor de gente como nós. (Lupo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor... amor é quando mesmo dias de chuva e de vento são bom tempo. (Andrea) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua ideia de amor parece-se muito com amor-próprio. E amor-próprio é insegurança. (Francesca)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114375907066937951?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114375907066937951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114375907066937951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114375907066937951' title='Casanova; Lasse Hallström (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114375840907939153</id><published>2006-03-30T23:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:16:06.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Roma; Pier Paolo Pasolini (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/mamma%20roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/mamma%20roma.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fizeres de tua culpa é como uma estrada. Outros também andam nela, outros que não têm culpa. (Mamma Roma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chora, chora, que passa. (Carmina) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) são puras lendas! Nós padres não valemos nada. (padre) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alegria faz falar. (conhecido de Mamma Roma) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que felicidade, os filhos! (Mamma Roma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114375840907939153?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114375840907939153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114375840907939153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114375840907939153' title='Mamma Roma; Pier Paolo Pasolini (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114348298660171803</id><published>2006-03-27T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:51:04.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Face a Face; Ingmar Bergman (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/face_a_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/face_a_face.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um breve instante, compreendi. O amor engloba tudo, até mesmo a morte. (Jenny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É um mundo cruel: há uma concorrência desleal e uma deslealdade total. (Tomas) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Assustam-nos menos os horrores que conhecemos. Os que desconhecemos assustam-nos mais. (narrador) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Se quisermos uma certa realidade, essa realidade torna-se possível. (Jenny) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Há certas alturas na vida em que não conseguimos continuar. (Jenny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114348298660171803?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114348298660171803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114348298660171803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114348298660171803' title='Face a Face; Ingmar Bergman (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114348229374012217</id><published>2006-03-27T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:17:23.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frágil como o mundo; Rita Azevedo Gomes (14)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/fragil_como_mundo.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/fragil_como_mundo.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror de te amar num sítio tão frágil como o mundo. (Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando o meu corpo apodrecer e eu for morta&lt;br /&gt;Continuará o jardim, o céu e o mar,&lt;br /&gt;E como hoje igualmente hão-de bailar&lt;br /&gt;As quatro estações à minha porta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros em Abril passarão no pomar&lt;br /&gt;Em que eu tantas vezes passei,&lt;br /&gt;Haverá longos poentes sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Outros amarão as coisas que eu amei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será o mesmo brilho a mesma festa,&lt;br /&gt;Será o mesmo jardim à minha porta,&lt;br /&gt;E os cabelos doirados da floresta,&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu não estivesse morta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro bem-querer não pode estar muito sem receios. (narrador) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um não sei quê nasce não sei onde. Vem não sei como e dói não sei porquê. (Vera) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se ama, se não se receia. (mãe de Vera) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As raparigas de hoje não pensam em casar. Os jovens não têm educação. O casamento faz parte da educação. É um serviço cívico, como a tropa. Aprende-se o casamento como se aprende a comer fruta, uma descasca-se e a outra não; os caroços não se cospem nem se engolem. Isso é o trato do casamento. São mais elas que querem. E eles aos 39 anos dizem ainda "nós, os novos"... (pai de Vera) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os puros e os belos não têm inimigos, a não ser o tempo. (avó de João)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nunca tens medo, num momento de felicidade, por saberes que não pode durar sempre? Que um dia vai acabar e não se vai voltar a repetir?&lt;br /&gt;- (...) a vida é assim.&lt;br /&gt;(João/avó) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me estúpido quando faço coisas só porque os outros querem que as faça. (João)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por melhor que o dia comece, tem sempre que acabar. (avó de João) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, amor, amor, que faremos nós de ti? Que farás tu de nós? (Vera) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nunca tens medo de te enganares?&lt;br /&gt;- Quando eu era novo devia ter razões para ter medo, e nessa altura não sabia que tinha razões para ter medo.&lt;br /&gt;(mãe/avô de Vera) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que esquecemos pode ser o mais importante. (avô de Vera) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pulso serve para trazer o relógio e para aguentar com as compras. (Vera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114348229374012217?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114348229374012217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114348229374012217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114348229374012217' title='Frágil como o mundo; Rita Azevedo Gomes (14)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114321598937520457</id><published>2006-03-24T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:18:31.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta; James McTeigue (11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/vendetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/vendetta.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não deviam recear os governos, os governos é que deviam recear as pessoas. (V)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quem és?&lt;br /&gt;- Quem? Quem não é senão seguido de "para quê". E o que eu sou é o homem numa máscara.&lt;br /&gt;- Isso consigo eu ver.&lt;br /&gt;- Claro que sim. Não questiono os teus poderes de observação. Apenas sublinho o paradoxo de perguntar a um homem mascarado quem ele é.&lt;br /&gt;(Evey/V) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este rosto, não mera aparência de vaidade, é o vestígio da vox populi, agora sem vestígios e desaparecida, como a única força vital da verisimilitude que agora venera o que uma vez difamaram. Contudo, esta valorosa visita de uma antiga vexação, mantém-se vivificada, e faz votos de vencer aqueles venais e virulentos vermes que vanguardam vícios e garantem a violentamente viciosa e voraz violação da volição. O único veredicto é a vingança; uma vendetta. que luta votivamente, e não em vão, pelo valor e verdade , e como tal irei um dia vingar os vigilantes e os virtuosos. Verdadeiramente, esta vississitude da verbosidade vira mais verbosa vis-à-vis uma introdução, sendo para mim uma grande honra conhecer-te. Podes chamar-me V. (V) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma revolução sem uma dança é uma revolução que não merece ser feita. (V) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relembra, relembra, o 5 de Novembro, a traição da pólvora e a conspiração. Não conheço uma razão para que a traição da pólvora deva ser esquecida. (V) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma falsa identidade faz-nos passar mais despercebidos do que uma máscara. (Evey) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por trás desta máscara há mais do que uma cara; há uma ideia. E as ideias são à prova de bala. (V) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A violência pode ser usada para o bem.&lt;br /&gt;- Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;- Justiça.&lt;br /&gt;(V/Evey) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai disse-me que os artistas contam mentiras para mostrar a verdade, enquanto os políticos contam mentiras para encobrir a verdade. (Evey) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem um final feliz?&lt;br /&gt;- Como apenas o celulóide pode proporcionar.&lt;br /&gt;(Evey/V) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há certezas, apenas oportunidades. (V)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114321598937520457?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114321598937520457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114321598937520457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114321598937520457' title='V for Vendetta; James McTeigue (11)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114279853980625630</id><published>2006-03-19T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:19:00.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>YOL - licença precária; Serif Gören e Yilmaz Güney (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/YOL.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/YOL.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te aconselhar, pois o que sabes não basta. (Seyit Ali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza tem muitas caras, como as flores, os pássaros e os ventos. (Yilmaz Güney)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114279853980625630?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114279853980625630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114279853980625630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114279853980625630' title='YOL - licença precária; Serif Gören e Yilmaz Güney (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114273059453483673</id><published>2006-03-19T01:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:00:05.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruptura explosiva; Kathryn Bigelow (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/ruptura_explosiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/ruptura_explosiva.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é trágico alguém morrer a fazer aquilo que gosta. (Bodhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sabes nada. Na realidade, sabes menos do que nada. Se soubesses que nada sabes, ao menos saberias alguma coisa, mas nem isso sabes. (Ben Harp) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;O medo causa hesitação, e a hesitação transforma os teus piores medos em realidade. (Bodhi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114273059453483673?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114273059453483673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114273059453483673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114273059453483673' title='Ruptura explosiva; Kathryn Bigelow (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114272892588777792</id><published>2006-03-19T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:01:17.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensibilidade e bom senso; Ang Lee (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/sensibilidade_bom_senso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/sensibilidade_bom_senso.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma diferença penosa entre a expectativa de um acontecimento desagradável e a sua confirmação. (Elinor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sempre resignação e aceitação. Sempre prudência, honra e dever. Elinor, onde está o teu coração? (Marianne) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Se não conseguires pensar em nada de apropriado para dizer, por favor limita os teus comentários ao estado do tempo. (Sra. Dashwood) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;As pessoas sempre vivem eternamente quando temos de lhes pagar uma anuidade. (Fanny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114272892588777792?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272892588777792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272892588777792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114272892588777792' title='Sensibilidade e bom senso; Ang Lee (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114272737529818309</id><published>2006-03-19T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:16:15.300Z</updated><title type='text'>A Ilha das Cabeças Cortadas; Renny Harlin (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/cabe??as_cortadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/cabe%3F%3Fas_cortadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor... quem consegue explicá-lo?&lt;/em&gt; (Dawg)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114272737529818309?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272737529818309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272737529818309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114272737529818309' title='A Ilha das Cabeças Cortadas; Renny Harlin (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114272662406108192</id><published>2006-03-19T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:02:47.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thelma &amp; Louise; Ridley Scott (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/thelma_louise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/thelma_louise.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No futuro lembra-te que se uma mulher está a gritar dessa forma, é porque não se está a divertir. (Louise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acreditei que, se bem feito, o assalto à mão armada não tem de ser uma experiência desagradável. (J.D.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114272662406108192?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272662406108192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272662406108192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114272662406108192' title='Thelma &amp; Louise; Ridley Scott (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114272563292209086</id><published>2006-03-18T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:04:00.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia e sedução; Griffin Dunne (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/magia_sedu????o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/magia_sedu%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As maldições só têm poder se acreditarmos nelas. (Gary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já abriste os braços e rodaste, rodaste, rodaste...? O amor é assim. (Gillian) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Apaixona-te sempre que puderes. (Sally) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Quando irás perceber que ser normal não é necessariamente uma virtude? (Frances)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114272563292209086?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272563292209086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272563292209086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114272563292209086' title='Magia e sedução; Griffin Dunne (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114272452149024175</id><published>2006-03-18T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:28:41.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Dias de tempestade; Tony Scott (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/tempestade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/tempestade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Criança egocêntrica, o controlo não passa de uma ilusão. Ninguém sabe o que vai acontecer a seguir: nem numa auto-estrada, nem num avião, nem no interior do nosso próprio corpo e muito menos numa corrida de automóveis com mais quarenta crianças egocêntricas.&lt;/em&gt; (Claire)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114272452149024175?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272452149024175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272452149024175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114272452149024175' title='Dias de tempestade; Tony Scott (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114272336948554300</id><published>2006-03-18T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:09:29.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Os fantasmas divertem-se; Tim Burton (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/beetlejuice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/beetlejuice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... estamos mortos. Acho que não temos muito mais com que nos preocupar.&lt;/em&gt; (Adam)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114272336948554300?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272336948554300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114272336948554300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114272336948554300' title='Os fantasmas divertem-se; Tim Burton (1)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114255006170979773</id><published>2006-03-16T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:05:39.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O medo; James Foley (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/medo.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se proibires um miúdo de fazer uma coisa, ele só vai ter mais vontade de a fazer. (Alex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aprendi que se algo parece bom demais para ser verdade, é porque não é. (David) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Ele bateu-te. Às vezes é a forma estúpida que os rapazes têm de demonstrar que gostam de nós. (Margo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Vais sempre lembrar-te do primeiro. Não do segundo, não do terceiro. Só do primeiro. (Margo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Custa mais encontrar informações numa base de dados de quarenta anos do que numa de dezasseis. (Steve) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Não sei o que ele quer. De cada vez que saio com ele sinto que devia cobrar o trabalho de babysitter. (Nicole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114255006170979773?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114255006170979773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114255006170979773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114255006170979773' title='O medo; James Foley (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114245590738246470</id><published>2006-03-15T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:07:39.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham; Karan Johar (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Kabhi%20Khushi%20Kabhie%20Gham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/Kabhi%20Khushi%20Kabhie%20Gham.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há laços na amizade que só se compreendem quando são vividos. Laços que não têm limites. Laços que unem dois corações. Laços de paixão, laços de amor. (Rahul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ninguém se torna mais pequeno por pedir perdão. (Anjali) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;O amor não é um caminho fácil, nem de percorrer nem de compreender. Está coberto de labaredas que temos de atravessar. (Anjali) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Todos conseguem ganhar dinheiro, mas ganhar o respeito dos outros é muito mais difícil. (Yashovardhan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Ninguém consegue medir o amor de uma mãe pelo filho, nem ela própria, porque não há medida para o amor materno. (Nandini) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A vida dá-nos a escolher vários caminhos. Deves seguir sempre o correcto, aquele em que não terás de te curvar, onde não cairás. Nunca dês um passo na vida que traga vergonha ao nome ou prestígio da tua família. (Yashovardhan) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se queres ser alguém na vida, conseguir algo, vencer, escuta sempre o teu coração. E mesmo se não te der respostas, fecha os olhos e pensa nos teus pais e ultrapassarás os teus problemas. A vitória será tua. (Rahul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114245590738246470?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114245590738246470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114245590738246470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114245590738246470' title='Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham; Karan Johar (7)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114236992613107682</id><published>2006-03-14T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:20:01.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tiro às escuras; Blake Edwards (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/tiro_escuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/tiro_escuras.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre que prever o inesperado, em qualquer circunstância. (Jacques Clouseau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que motivo tantos homens fumam depois? Não admira que as tabaqueiras enriqueçam! (Maria Gambrelli) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factos. Sem eles a agência criminal nada mais é do que uma adivinha. (Jacques Clouseau)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114236992613107682?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114236992613107682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114236992613107682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114236992613107682' title='Um tiro às escuras; Blake Edwards (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114235341594693801</id><published>2006-03-14T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:20:22.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeiras perigosas; Michael Haneke (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/funny_games.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/funny_games.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bons tacos não significam bons jogadores. (Anna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não posso fazer de árbitro num assunto que desconheço. (Georg) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena chorar o leite derramado. (Anna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114235341594693801?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114235341594693801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114235341594693801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114235341594693801' title='Brincadeiras perigosas; Michael Haneke (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114219670032350096</id><published>2006-03-12T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:20:48.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snatch - Porcos e Diamantes; Guy Ritchie (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/snatch.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/snatch.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A religião católica baseia-se num erro de tradução. (Franky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se atiro um osso a um cão não me interessa que saiba bem. (Brick Top Polford) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deviam subestimar a assertividade da estupidez. (Bullet Tooth Tony) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não encontramos um cigano que não queira ser encontrado. (Turco)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114219670032350096?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114219670032350096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114219670032350096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114219670032350096' title='Snatch - Porcos e Diamantes; Guy Ritchie (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114212476047304752</id><published>2006-03-12T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:21:47.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um conto de Natal; Clive Donner (9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/conto_natal.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/conto_natal.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho dos homens faz antever o seu destino, aceito isso, mas... se nos desviarmos desse caminho o destino também mudará. (Ebenezer Scrooge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou sempre simpático com as mulheres. É assim que me levo à ruína. (Joe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Usa as minhas próprias palavras contra mim. &lt;br /&gt;- Para que no futuro tenhas tento na língua.&lt;br /&gt;(Ebenezer Scrooge/Espírito do Natal Presente) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade vive! A verdade vive! A verdade vive..... (Espírito do Natal Passado) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quase nada interessa. Sobretudo em questões do coração. (Espírito do Natal Passado) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que diferença faz, percorrer a dura estrada da vida com a mulher certa para ajudar a aliviar o fardo! (Fezzing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negócios são negócios. (Ebenezer Scrooge) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A tua mulher pouco trouxe para o casamento. Era pobre.&lt;br /&gt;- Amo-a e ela a mim.&lt;br /&gt;- Amor...&lt;br /&gt;(Ebenezer Scrooge/Fred) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é o natal senão uma época em que compramos coisas totalmente desnecessárias e para as quais não temos dinheiro? É uma época em que ficamos mais velhos, e não mais ricos. (Ebenezer Scrooge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114212476047304752?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114212476047304752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114212476047304752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114212476047304752' title='Um conto de Natal; Clive Donner (9)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114183697337106629</id><published>2006-03-08T16:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:17:17.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os deuses devem estar loucos; Jamie Uys (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/deuses_loucos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/deuses_loucos.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem civilizado, que recusou adaptar-se ao meio ambiente, tem de adaptar-se e readaptar-se todos os dias ao mundo por ele criado. (narrador)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porque põem as porcas onde a chave inglesa não chega? (Mpudi) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Fico desajeitado entre mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois, todos ficamos.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, mas comigo é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;(Andrew/Reverendo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Sei como me casar, mas ninguém sabe como viver com elas.&lt;br /&gt;- Então porque casaste?&lt;br /&gt;- Um dia vou ter que te explicar os factos da vida...&lt;br /&gt;(Mpudi/Andrew)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114183697337106629?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114183697337106629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114183697337106629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114183697337106629' title='Os deuses devem estar loucos; Jamie Uys (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114174603430085735</id><published>2006-03-07T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:18:38.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Descalços no Parque; Gene Saks (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/descal??os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/descal%3F%3Fos.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o amor. Espiritual, físico e emocional. Ninguém devia passar sem isso. (Corie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quem casa, quer casa. (Paul) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Ela é uma pessoa prática, não é nova como nós. (Corie) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Há quanto tempo estão casados?&lt;br /&gt;- Seis dias.&lt;br /&gt;- Até Junho ele nem vai reparar na falta da mobília.&lt;br /&gt;(homem das entregas/Corie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114174603430085735?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114174603430085735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114174603430085735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174603430085735' title='Descalços no Parque; Gene Saks (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114174568246139854</id><published>2006-03-07T15:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:19:50.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa ruim; Tiago Guedes e Frederico Serra (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/coisa_ruim.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/coisa_ruim.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior truque do Diabo é convencer-nos de que não existe. (Padre Cruz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Há momentos em que tudo parece irracional. (Padre Cruz) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;As pessoas habituam-se a tudo. (Xavier)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114174568246139854?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114174568246139854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114174568246139854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174568246139854' title='Coisa ruim; Tiago Guedes e Frederico Serra (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114168016310066079</id><published>2006-03-06T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:44:41.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O misterioso assassínio en Manhattan; Woody Allen (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/misterioso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/misterioso.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás desconfiada. Isso diz mais sobre a tua mente que sobre ele. (Larry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Primeiro está a saúde, depois o conhecimento e depois o dinheiro. (Paul) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Ele é mais aberto do que tu.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, eu sei que sou um chato. Não violo a lei e vivo segundo a constituição.&lt;br /&gt;(Carol/Larry)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acho justo presumir que se alguém está morto não aparece de repente no sistema rodoviário de Nova Yorque. (Larry) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Nunca tente fazer bluff com um profissional de bluff. (Larry) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Matar-te é matar-me. Mas sabes, estou demasiado cansada de nós os dois. (sra. Dalton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114168016310066079?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114168016310066079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114168016310066079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114168016310066079' title='O misterioso assassínio en Manhattan; Woody Allen (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114166224854907798</id><published>2006-03-06T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:46:59.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá forte com limão; António de Macedo (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/cha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/cha.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonar a casa onde passámos a nossa infância e juventude é muito difícil, sobretudo se aí vivemos intensamente as nossas primeiras ilusões e últimas desilusões. (Henrique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando um homem te deixar de recordação uma pistola a pingar sangue, terás entrado no mundo das divas. (Adriana) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Os homens são os nossos mais perigosos amigos e os nossos piores inimigos. (Adriana) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Não é preciso muito para acordar uma consciência adormecida. (Tiago) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Aquilo que somos só depende daquilo que queremos. (Henrique)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Sentar um criado à mesa é como dar a um ladrão uma pistola carregada. (Raquel) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Mesmo para ajudar uma madrinha a descer da carruagem, uma afilhada nunca deve curvar-se. (Raquel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114166224854907798?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114166224854907798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114166224854907798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114166224854907798' title='Chá forte com limão; António de Macedo (7)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114159687205857737</id><published>2006-03-05T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:48:41.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Máscara; Ingmar Bergman (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/mascara.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o esforço que é o mais importante, não o que se consegue. (sr. Vogler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É tão simpático conversar. É aconchegante. (Alma) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;A vida infiltra-se por todo o lado. (médica) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;A arte tem uma grande importância na vida, sobretudo para pessoas que passam por alguma dificuldade. (Alma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114159687205857737?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114159687205857737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114159687205857737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114159687205857737' title='A Máscara; Ingmar Bergman (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114151280976287725</id><published>2006-03-04T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:50:15.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os eleitos; Philip Kaufman (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/eleitos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/eleitos.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governo gasta muito tempo e dinheiro a ensinar os pilotos a ser destemidos. Mas não gasta um cêntimo a ensinar-nos a ser a esposa destemida de um piloto. (Barbara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É preciso um homem especial para se meter numa missão suicida, sobretudo se for transmitida na tv. (Chuck) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Ela é mulher, susceptível de ser seduzida como todas as outras. (Gordon) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;O que vos permite continuar? Os fundos. Sem dinheiro não há heróis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Homens! Às vezes são tão... imbecis!&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, mas às vezes são uns imbecis jeitosos.&lt;br /&gt;(Betty/Trudy) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Desde que um homem tenha o mínimo de bom senso, o que faz com o fecho das calças é lá com ele! (Alan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114151280976287725?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114151280976287725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114151280976287725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114151280976287725' title='Os eleitos; Philip Kaufman (6)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114150990291963174</id><published>2006-03-04T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:05:02.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Henry &amp; June; Philip Kaufman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/henry_June.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/henry_June.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem cuidado, prazeres fora do vulgar matam o sabor dos prazeres normais.&lt;/em&gt; (Eduardo Sanchez)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114150990291963174?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114150990291963174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114150990291963174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114150990291963174' title='Henry &amp; June; Philip Kaufman'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114140080458075583</id><published>2006-03-03T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:52:07.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A noiva indecisa; Gurinder Chadha (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/noiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/noiva.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que é melhor deixar por dizer. (Darcy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais vale ser solteira do que infeliz, não é? (Wickham) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Como diz a Gloria Stefan, o ritmo apodera-se de nós. (Kholi) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Para quem tem posses, só o melhor interessa. Não há mal nenhum em ter padrões, ou há?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, desde que não se queira impô-los aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;(Darcy/Lalita) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Lar sem mulher, vida sem prazer. (Kholi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114140080458075583?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114140080458075583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114140080458075583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140080458075583' title='A noiva indecisa; Gurinder Chadha (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114126045420641880</id><published>2006-03-02T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:48:40.456Z</updated><title type='text'>O sentido da vida; Terry Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/monty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/monty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das cinzas vens, às cinzas retornarás.&lt;/em&gt; (padre)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114126045420641880?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114126045420641880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114126045420641880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114126045420641880' title='O sentido da vida; Terry Jones'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114088379981188119</id><published>2006-02-25T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:53:26.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Leopardo; Luchino Visconti (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/leopardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/leopardo.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é tudo! (D. Calogero Sedara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A vaidade é mais forte que a miséria. (D. Fabrizio) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Mesmo a melhor das casas tem segredos a esconder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Um homem de 45 anos pensa que é novo até se aperceber que tem filhos em idade de se apaixonar. (D. Fabrizio) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Amor é fogo e chamas por um ano e cinzas por trinta. (D. Fabrizio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114088379981188119?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114088379981188119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114088379981188119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114088379981188119' title='O Leopardo; Luchino Visconti (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114072064798247228</id><published>2006-02-23T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:54:52.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for Columbine; Michael Moore (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/Bowling.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma seca ser adolescente. (Michael Moore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sou escravo de um deus que não existe. (Marilyn Manson) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Uso a caneta, porque a caneta pode mais que a espada. Mas há que ter sempre à mão uma espada, não vá a caneta falhar. (Nichols)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114072064798247228?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114072064798247228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114072064798247228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114072064798247228' title='Bowling for Columbine; Michael Moore (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114065251353136017</id><published>2006-02-22T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:56:11.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer in the Dark; Lars Von Trier (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/dancer_dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/dancer_dark.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinhas razão. Ouve o teu coração! (Kathy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que demora uma lágrima a cair, ou uma cobra a mudar de pele, é todo o tempo que é necessário para perdoar. (Selma)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114065251353136017?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114065251353136017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114065251353136017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114065251353136017' title='Dancer in the Dark; Lars Von Trier (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114020933972578996</id><published>2006-02-17T20:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:57:22.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Devdas; Sanjay Leela Bhansali (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Devdas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/Devdas.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como o peso dos anos. Nada o pode apagar. (Paro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há vergonha nenhuma em pedir aquilo que se deseja. (Paro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;- És mais vaidosa que a lua.&lt;br /&gt;- É normal. Ela tem cicatrizes e eu não.&lt;br /&gt;(Devdas/Paro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114020933972578996?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114020933972578996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114020933972578996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114020933972578996' title='Devdas; Sanjay Leela Bhansali (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114001424408795310</id><published>2006-02-15T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:58:44.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de uma gueixa; Rob Marshall (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/memorias_geisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/memorias_geisha.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração tem uma morte lenta. Perde-se a esperança como as árvores perdem as folhas, uma a uma. (Chiyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não podemos esperar a felicidade. Não a merecemos. A felicidade é uma dádiva inesperada. (Administrador) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Por vezes a melhor réplica é o silêncio. (Hatsumomo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Um poema, "Perda", estava escrito numa pedra. Tinha três palavras gravadas, que o autor apagara. Não podemos ler a perda, mas podemos senti-la. (Chiyo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Nenhum homem apostaria tão alta quantia em algo que já tivesse possuido. (Mameka) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- O mais importante na vida é o sumo, os negócios e a guerra. Que percebem as gueixas disso? Só percebem de música e de danças.&lt;br /&gt;- Permita-me discordar. O sumo é uma dança entre adversários, a guerra uma dança entre inimigos, e os negócios uma dança entre iguais.&lt;br /&gt;(Tanaka/Chiyo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;O meu pai costumava dizer que a minha irmã era como uma árvore, que se agarra firmemente à terra com as suas raízes. Eu era como a água, que percorre o seu caminho sem que nada a detenha. Se encontrar um obstáculo, desvia-se até poder avançar novamente. (Chiyo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114001424408795310?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114001424408795310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114001424408795310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114001424408795310' title='Memórias de uma gueixa; Rob Marshall (7)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-114001351173033839</id><published>2006-02-15T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:00:16.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A última caminhada; Tim Robbins (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/ultima_caminhada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/ultima_caminhada.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os braços de uma mãe tornam-se mais fortes quando o seu filho está em perigo. (mãe de Helen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Matar um monstro é fácil, mas é difícil matar um ser humano. (Hilton Barber) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Quando se está em apuros depressa se aprende leis. Chama-se motivação especial. (Matthew Poncelet) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Desprezando a autoridade só os encoraja a fazer o mesmo. (padre Farlely)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-114001351173033839?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114001351173033839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/114001351173033839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114001351173033839' title='A última caminhada; Tim Robbins (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113949810862002385</id><published>2006-02-09T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:02:28.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O libertino; Laurence Dunmore (12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/libertino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/libertino.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é uma sucessão de "agoras", é um intenso gotejar de lânguidos "porquês". (Rochester)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Todos os homens seriam cobardes, se para isso tivessem coragem. (Rochester) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Tens de aprender a ignorar os que te odeiam. Há dois tipos de pessoas que não gostam de ti: Os estúpidos e os invejosos. Os estúpidos aprenderão a gostar dentro de cinco anos. Os invejosos nunca. (Rochester) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Não posso ensinar quem não esteja disposto a aprender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Quando um homem vê o espírito e não rabos e mamas, é porque tem algum problema. (Jane) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Acredito que os homens são barreiras a ser vencidas. (Elizabeth Barry) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;É divertido ser do contra. Mas chega uma altura em que é preciso ser a favor. (Carlos II) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Fiz-te muita falta?&lt;br /&gt;- Fez o dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda bem. Não gosto de putas com sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;(Rochester/Jane) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Verifica o seu estado. Se estiver muito ébrio, podes avançar. Se estiver algo ébrio, cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;- E se estiver sóbrio?&lt;br /&gt;- Isso não irá acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Qualquer experiência de interesse sai sempre à nossa custa. Anota isso. (Rochester) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Que desperdício, esperma do bom gasto com a legítima. (Jane) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Se ele se tornasse honesto na minha órbita, é porque não sou o planeta que julgo. (Rochester)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113949810862002385?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113949810862002385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113949810862002385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113949810862002385' title='O libertino; Laurence Dunmore (12)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113943105283960493</id><published>2006-02-08T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:04:07.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os suspeitos do costume; Bryan Singer (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/suspeitos_costume.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/suspeitos_costume.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior proeza que o Diabo fez foi convencer o mundo de que não existia. (Roger Kint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Keiser dizia sempre: Não acredito em Deus, mas tenho medo dele. Eu acredito em Deus, mas a única coisa de que tenho medo é Keiser Sose. (Roger Kint) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Não há nada que não se possa fazer. (Michael McManus) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;...ele nunca contrata a mesma pessoa duas vezes. Não se pode ser traído quando não se tem empregados fixos. (Kobayashi) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Prendem-te uma vez e estás arrumado. Nunca mais te largam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113943105283960493?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113943105283960493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113943105283960493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113943105283960493' title='Os suspeitos do costume; Bryan Singer (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113924351535324712</id><published>2006-02-06T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:05:58.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uns e os outros; Claude Lelouch (10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/uns_outros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/uns_outros.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguirmos conservar três ou quatro bons amigos ao fim de vinte anos, podemos dizer que triunfámos. (Robert Prat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu digo-te o que há de mal com ela. Fuma demais, bebe demais e ama demais. (Jack Glenn) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Nós e os outros. Se cada um é o outro para nós, raramente é um para o outro. Apesar de todos os discursos e pedidos de socorro dos outros, na terra onde chafurdam uns sem os outros. Se todos os homens são iguais, há uns mais iguais do que outros, escrevia George Orwell. É verdade para ele ou ela ou para o outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Admito que me roubem a mulher, mas não a carteira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Porque são sempre os mesmos que ninguém vem esperar? (narrador) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Porque será a continuação como o princípio? Porque será o princípio como o fim? (narrador) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Um homem que conheceu a guerra nunca poderá declarar outra guerra. Os que as desencadeiam não têm ligações nem amor. Deve ser modo de se vingaram da felicidade dos outros. (Boris Itovitch) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Na realidade, a guerra não é o combate dos que se detestam, mas sim o afastamento daqueles que se amam. (Karl Kremer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Toda a gente parece preferir o amor à guerra, a máquina fotográfica à arma. Quanto mais ouvirem o barulho da música, menos ouvem o do canhão. (Karl Kremer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Só há duas ou três histórias na vida dos seres humanos e repetem-se cruelmente, como se nunca tivessem acontecido. (Willa Carther)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113924351535324712?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113924351535324712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113924351535324712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113924351535324712' title='Uns e os outros; Claude Lelouch (10)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113901591334783007</id><published>2006-02-04T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:07:17.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana alucinante; John Boorman (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/deliverance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/deliverance.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vence o rio. (Lewis Medlock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes temos de nos perder a nós próprios antes de acharmos seja o que for. (Lewis Medlock)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113901591334783007?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113901591334783007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113901591334783007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113901591334783007' title='Fim de semana alucinante; John Boorman (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113898955642179720</id><published>2006-02-03T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:08:27.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os quatro cabeleiras do após-calypso; Richard Lester (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/cabeleiras.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/320/cabeleiras.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/cabeleiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pára de ser mais alto do que eu!&lt;br /&gt;- (...) Estive a pensar que a culpa não é minha. Não sou mais alto do que tu, tu é que és mais baixo do que eu.&lt;br /&gt;(Norm/Shake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aprende-se com os livros.&lt;br /&gt;- Aprende-se mais lá fora. (...)&lt;br /&gt;- Ler é melhor.&lt;br /&gt;- Passear é melhor! Passear lá fora, de casaco ao vento, viver!&lt;br /&gt;(Ringo/avô)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113898955642179720?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113898955642179720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113898955642179720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898955642179720' title='Os quatro cabeleiras do após-calypso; Richard Lester (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113880695300393217</id><published>2006-02-01T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:09:34.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Platoon; Oliver Stone (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Platoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/Platoon.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém escreveu uma vez que o inferno é a impossibilidade da razão. (Chris Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As desculpas são como o buraco do cu. Toda a gente tem um. (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113880695300393217?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113880695300393217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113880695300393217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113880695300393217' title='Platoon; Oliver Stone (2)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113880664116764156</id><published>2006-02-01T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:10:37.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabrielle; Patrice Chéreau (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Gabrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/Gabrielle.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se quer pouco, é fácil ser-se delicado. (Gabrielle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É terrível comer com alguém que não está com fome. (Gabrielle) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Todas as pessoas têm um número de coisas a fazer na vida. Há umas que as fazem logo muito depressa e vão-se abaixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113880664116764156?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113880664116764156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113880664116764156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113880664116764156' title='Gabrielle; Patrice Chéreau (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113864277254848537</id><published>2006-01-30T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:12:02.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho e preconceito; Joe Wright (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/orgulho_preconceito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/orgulho_preconceito.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As raparigas gostam de ter algumas contrariedades no amor. Isso dá-lhes em que pensar e torna-as alvo de interesse para outras raparigas. (Mr. Bennet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que são os homens, comparados com rochedos e montanhas? (?)&amp;nbsp; &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Somos todos uns tolos, quando nos apaixonamos. (Charlotte Lucas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113864277254848537?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113864277254848537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113864277254848537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113864277254848537' title='Orgulho e preconceito; Joe Wright (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113864192683038499</id><published>2006-01-30T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:13:25.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida de Brian; Terry Jones (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/vida_brian.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/vida_brian.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam sempre o lado positivo da vida. (crucificados, a cantar em coro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não precisam de seguir ninguém! Têm de pensar pelas vossas próprias cabeças. São indivíduos! (...) têm de resolver os vossos problemas sozinhos. Não deixem que ninguém vos diga o que fazer. (Brian) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Não julguem os outros, ou poderão ser julgados. (Brian) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;- Então, o teu pai é lomano? Quem é ele?&lt;br /&gt;- É um centurião da guarnição de Jerusalém, senhor.&lt;br /&gt;- A sélio? Como se chamava?&lt;br /&gt;- Malandrus Maximus.&lt;br /&gt;- Centulião, tens alguém com este nome na gualnição?&lt;br /&gt;- Não (...), acho que é uma piada, senhor. Como Patifus Parvus ou Pilas Glandus, senhor.&lt;br /&gt;- Que tem de mal Pilas Glandus?&lt;br /&gt;- É um nome falso, senhor. &lt;br /&gt;- Tenho um glande amigo em Loma chamado Pilas Glandus.&lt;br /&gt;(Pilatus/Brian/centurião)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113864192683038499?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113864192683038499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113864192683038499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113864192683038499' title='A vida de Brian; Terry Jones (4)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113831152203859651</id><published>2006-01-26T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:16:31.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Match point; Woody Allen (7  )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/match_point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/match_point.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa que seja grande, só espero que tenha sorte. (Tom Hewett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por vezes, inocentes têm de ser sacrificados em nome de uma causa mais nobre. (Chris Wilton) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;"Nunca nascer sequer pode ser a maior bênção", disse Sófocles. (Chris Wilton) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Só melhoramos se jogarmos com alguém melhor do que nós. (Chris Wilton) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Não é curioso que tanta coisa dependa de a bola cair do lado de cá ou de lá da rede? (Chris Wilton) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;O génio que disse "Prefiro ter sorte a ser bom" tinha uma grande intuição. (Chris Wilton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles são muito felizes juntos. Têm neuroses compatíveis. (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113831152203859651?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113831152203859651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113831152203859651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113831152203859651' title='Match point; Woody Allen (7  )'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113803331100674251</id><published>2006-01-23T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:19:05.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascido para matar; Stanley Kubrick (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/nascido_para_matar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/nascido_para_matar.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te metas entre um cão e a carne que vai comer. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Usas um símbolo de paz e no capacete tens escrito "Nascido para matar". Isso é algum tipo de piada mórbida?&lt;br /&gt;- Estava a sugerir a dualidade do homem.&lt;br /&gt;(tenente Touchdown/Graçolas) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Os mortos só sabem uma coisa: É melhor estar vivo. (Graçolas) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Vê-se logo que não esteve na merda porque não tem o olhar fixo. Fixo a 1000 metros. É o olhar de um fuzileiro que esteve na merda muito tempo. Como se tivesse visto qualquer coisa do além. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;A vossa espingarda é apenas um instrumento de matar. O coração endurecido é que mata. Se não tiverem um instinto de matar decidido e forte, hesitarão no momento da verdade. Não matarão. Serão fuzileiros mortos. (sargento Hartman)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113803331100674251?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113803331100674251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113803331100674251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113803331100674251' title='Nascido para matar; Stanley Kubrick (5)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13852724.post-113789859499785815</id><published>2006-01-22T02:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:20:22.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roma, cidade aberta; Roberto Rossellini (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/1600/Roma_cidade_aberta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/1234/200/Roma_cidade_aberta.jpg" style="cursor: hand;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é difícil morrer bem. Difícil é viver bem. (padre Pietro Pellegrini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Queriam matar-lhe a alma, mas só lhe mataram o corpo! (padre Pietro Pellegrini) &lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;Uma mulher pode mudar, sobretudo se está enamorada. (Pina)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13852724-113789859499785815?l=frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113789859499785815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13852724/posts/default/113789859499785815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frases-e-filmes.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113789859499785815' title='Roma, cidade aberta; Roberto Rossellini (3)'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876917360207496657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
