"Are you jealous because you’re afraid to share or to lose this person?"
Armand: They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
Louis: And you can teach me this?
Louis: To be without regret?
Louis: Then what a pair we could make, but what if it’s a lesson I don’t care to learn.
Armand: What do you mean?
Louis: What if all I have is my suffering, my regret?
Armand: Don’t you want to lose it?
Louis: Why? So you can have that too? The heart that mourns her, her that you burnt to a cinder.
Armand: Louis, I swear that I…
Louis: Ah, but I know you did. I know. You who regrets nothing, you who feels nothing, if that’s all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own.
L’amour commence par l’éblouissement d’une âme qui n’attendait rien et se clôt sur la déception d’un moi qui exige tout.
"I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself- as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to define myself."