Scent of a Woman

You know what's kept me goin' all these years?
The thought that one day -- Never mind. Silly.

Just the thought that maybe one day, I'd --
I could have a woman's arms wrapped around me... and her legs wrapped around me. That I could wake up in the morning and she'd still be there. Smell of her. All funky and warm.

I finally gave up on it.

- Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman.
Academy Awards Best Motion Picture 1992.

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Heck, if we are not being original anymore and quoting other people anyway, I thought I'd come back and post one more quotable. This time by the great Pablo Neruda himself.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

-- Love Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda
(added to this post November 3 at 11:47 AM)