Amelie Poulain: She doesn't relate to other people. She was always a lonely child.
Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment.
A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city.
A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, a long rehearsal for a show that will never play
Hipolito (The Writer): We pass the time of day to forget how time passes
Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're fifty.
All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box. A woman without love wilts like a flower without sun