The Sound of Music

- Reverend Mother always says when the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window.

Só aqueles que já amaram sabem como é chegar a sentir saudades quando já não se sente amor. Mistura de nostalgia e melancolia, mesclada com algo que se assemelha com o comumente chamado de dor, mas não o é. É brando, é débil, é uma coçada na ferida cicatrizada que não chega a fazê-la sangrar.
Como se, escutando Carinhoso do Pixinguinha, você quisesse abraçar o mesmo você-não-sabe-quem e com isso, se fechasse para si mesmo a procura do que você deixou de ser. E a conclusão que se chega é que há amor, no fundo da saudade reprimida pelos anos. E sempre existe amor. Porque o amor é a esperança que nunca morre, ela cresce em você.

My Blueberry Nights

Elizabeth: Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out.
Jeremy: No. No, I couldn't do that.

Elizabeth: Why not?
Jeremy: If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn't be up to me to decide, should it?

Elizabeth: I guess I'm just looking for a reason.
Jeremy: From my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing, and other times there's no reason to be found.

Elizabeth: Everything has a reason.
Jeremy: Hmm. It's like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished... but there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.

Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?
Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just... people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie, just... no one wants it.

(...)

Katya: Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?

Jeremy: Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya.