ameliepoulain:(via interwar)@quincampoix

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blackcigars:futurisms:

Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking créme brulée with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s Canal.

— Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain (Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2001)

ameliepoulain:

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daydreamdelusion:

casinegro:

Sans toi, les émotions d’aujourd’hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d’autrefois (Without you today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s).

daydreamdelusion:

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commanderspock: (via croyant)

movieoftheday:

“On a sparkling evening in July while on the beaches, holiday hordes relax in the new-found sun and Paris’ sweltering denizens gaze at the star bursts of the traditional fireworks. Amélie Poulain, Godmother of Outcasts, Madonna of the Unloved, finally succumbed to exhaustion. In Paris’ stricken streets a countless throng of mourners lined her funeral route in silence with the new measureless grief of newly orphaned children. What a strange destiny for one who gave her all, yet took such joy in life’s simple pleasures. Like Don Quixote, she pitted herself against the grinding windmills of all life’s miseries. It was a losing battle that claimed her life too soon. At barely 23, Amélie Poulain let her young, tired body merge with the ebb and flow of universal woe. As she went, she felt a stab of regret for letting her father die without trying to give his stifled life the breath of air she had given to so many others.”

THIS SCENE. always makes me feel melancholic. actually, the whole film does.