The Ultimate Movie Guide to INFJ Personality

"I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different."

"We all lie to ourselves to be happy."

"Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts."

"If we can't make memories, we can't heal."

"I can't remember to forget you."

"We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different."

"So you lie to yourself to be happy. There's nothing wrong with that. We all do it."

"Facts, not memories. That's how you investigate. I know, it's what I used to do."

"We're all so frightened by time, the way it moves on and the way things disappear. That's why we're photographers. We're preservationists by nature. We take pictures to stop time, to commit moments to eternity. Human nature made tangible."

"People are taking more pictures now than ever before, billions of them, but there are no slides, no prints. Just data. Electronic dust. Years from now when they dig us up there won't be any pictures to find, no record of who we were or how we lived."

"No matter how good something looks, you can't beat the real thing."

"For a moment there, I thought I had it together, like I was a someone to be reckoned with."

"Nothing good comes from living in the past, does it."

"So. Now. In keeping with the WZRB policy, presenting the most immediate and complete reports of local blood and guts, TV-30 presents what is believed to be a television first. In living color, an exclusive coverage of an attempted suicide."

"We all have these different versions of ourselves competing to be the real us."

"Is it paranoia if, indeed, everyone is coming after you?"

"Don't get hung up on every little thing... god knows life is hard enough as it is."

"Here I am just drowning underwater and you decide to take a romantic getaway without telling anyone? What are you, fifteen?"

"Trying to impress people when you just feel dead inside... I know what that's like, I really do."

"Christine, you're not getting into one of your moods again, are you?"

"...I know that's not really you talking to me."

"How can you be too sympathetic?"

"Whether we're rich or poor, or somewhere in between, we're all homeless, just working our way back home."

"All men make mistakes, but married men find out about them sooner."

"[about a bum on a park bench]

Ann: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.

Mark: What do you think?

Ann: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy, and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?"



"I'm not following you, I'm looking for you. There's a big difference."

"We reach a point where, in order to go on, we have to wipe the slate clean. We start to see ourselves as a box that we're trapped inside and no matter how we try and escape, self help, therapy, drugs, we just sink further and further down. The only way to truly break out of the box is to get rid of it all together... I mean, you built it in the first place. If the people around you are breaking your spirit, who needs them? Your wife who pretends to love you, your son who can't even stand you. I mean, put them out of their misery. Starting over isn't crazy. Crazy is being miserable and walking around half asleep, numb, day after day after day. Crazy is pretending to be happy. Pretending that the way things are is the way they have to be for the rest of your bleeding life. All the potential, hope, all that joy, feeling, all that passion that life has sucked out of you. Reach out, grab a hold of it and snatch it back from that bloodsucking rabble."

"I'm not okay, not at all, the truth is, I'm missing something. The thing I loved the most, the face I wish were in the front row right now, the brother I'll never get back. So what do I do with that? What do any of us do? Besides lie. This is what I believe, right now, in this auditorium, there is someone who is with you, someone who is willing to pick you up, dust you off, kiss you, forgive you, put up with you, wait for you, carry you, love you. So while everything may not be okay, one thing I know is true, you do not have to be alone."

"Good afternoon, graduates, dead poets, painters, future Einsteins, and all those in between. Today I'm here to warn you, that you are being lied to. Our parents, our teachers, our doctors, have lied to us. And it's the exact same lie. The same six words, "Everything is going to be okay.""

"I waited so long for this lie to come true, that I finally paid someone to tell the truth for me."



"Walter Black: What's this?

Henry Black: It's a brain.

[pulls out paper-mache model]

Walter Black: Oh wow, it's a brain.

Henry Black: Mom says yours got broken.

Walter Black: Well, this will come in handy."

"That's what we do, you know? We fill in the blanks that we don't understand. It's human nature. We've been letting our imaginations draw faces on the noises in the dark since we were living in caves. And we always draw sharp teeth."

"A lot of times hurting myself trying to hurt my father."

"No man is free who is not master of himself."

"You don't choose a life, dad. You live one."




"Tom: I'm sorry about your baby.

Sarah: I'm sorry about yours.

Tom: Mine was almost 40.

Sarah: Yeah, but he'll always be your baby."



"Doesn't this guy ever stop to smell the flowers?"



"Tom: He wanted to see the world.

Doreen: And he did."



"Our children, they are the very best and the very worst of us."


"Everything alright?"

"But even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager can, within their own small ways, turn on a small light in a dark room."

"Justice doesn't mean the bad guy goes to jail, it just means that someone pays for the crime."

"Maybe we should talk about art. Tito's got real talent, don't you think? You know something? I saw a picture just like this once, in a museum. Only it wasn't a black man, it was a jewish man. And instead of the big lips he had a really big nose, like a rat's nose. But he wasn't just one particular jewish man. This was a drawing of all jews. And these drawings were put in the newspapers by the most famous gang in history. You think you know all about gangs? You're amateurs. This gang will put you all to shame. And they started out poor and angry and everybody looked down on them. Until one man decided to give them some pride, an identity... and somebody to blame. You take over neighborhoods? That's nothing compared to them. They took over countries. You want to know how? They just wiped out everybody else. Yeah, they wiped out everybody they didn't like and everybody they blamed for their life being hard. And one of the ways they did it was by doing this: see, they print pictures like this in the newspapers, jewish people with big, long noses... blacks with big, fat lips. They'd also published scientific evidence that proved that jews and blacks were the lowest form of human species. Jews and blacks were more like animals. And because they were just like animals it didn't matter if they lived or died. In fact, life would be a whole lot better if they were all dead. That's how a holocaust happens. And that's what you all think of each other."

"Nobody cares what I do. Why should I bother coming to school?"

"At sixteen, I've seen more bodies than a mortician. Every time I step out my door I face the risk of being shot. To the rest of the world it's just another dead body on a street corner. They don't know that he was my friend."

"She can't even look at me because I look like my dad."

"I don't even know how this war started. It's just two sides that tripped each other way back. Who cares about the history behind it? I am my father's daughter, and when they call me to testify, I will protect my own, no matter what."

"If you look in my eyes, you'll see a lonely girl. If you like at my smile, you'll see nothing wrong. If you pull up my shirt, you'll see the bruises. What did I do to make him so mad?"

"In every war, there is an enemy. I watched my mother being hlaf-beaten to death, and watched as bloodand tears streamed down her face. I felt useless and scared, and furious at the same time. I can still feel the sting of the belt on my back and my legs. One time he couldn't pay the rent. That night he stopped us on the street and pointed to the concrete. He said, "pick a spot.""



"Marcus: I've never had a hero before. But you are my hero.

Miep Gies: Oh, no. No, no, no, young man, no. I am not a hero. No. I did what I had to do, because it was the right thing to do. That is all."

"You're not the only lonely man. Being free always involves being lonely. Just there is a mask you can peel off and another you can not."



"Mr. Okuyama: I'm hot. It's probably the bandages.

Mrs. Okuyama: Why not take them off? They'll ruin your skin.

Mr. Okuyama: You can't kill something that's already dead."


"Sadly, this is not only a finger. It's an inferiority complex in the shape of a finger. It's not that I specialize in treating fingers. I'm a psychiatrist, in fact. Inferiority complexes dig holes in the psyche, and I fill them in."


"Why are people so biased about skin color and cheekbones and such?"


"The face is just a few dozen square inches above the neck, covered with a layer of dough. Isn't that right? I wanted to think so. I told myself a million times it was only a layer of skin, a surface. But now I'm not so sure. The face is the door to the soul. When the face is closed off, so too is the soul. Nobody is allowed inside. The soul is left to rot, reduced to ruins. It becomes the soul of a monster, rotten to the core. I feel as if I've been buried alive."

"There are monsters who act like people and people who act like monsters. Even monsters have their pleasures."

"There are limits in life. Men don't have wings. No matter how high they rise, they always fall back to earth."

"Isn't humility better than vanity?"



"Psychiatrist: I see I'm beginning to bother you. Is it because I know your true self?

Mr. Okuyama: I just want to try being alone.

Psychiatrist: The mask wants to take on a life of its own.

Mr. Okuyama: I want to be alone, without being judged."


"Try to understand. Perhaps I'm unduly worried. I sincerely hope so. But if my fears prove true, masks like this could destroy all human morality. Think about it: name, position, occupation -- such labels would no longer matter. We would all be perfect strangers to one another. Constant solitude would become our normal condition. We'd no longer be ashamed of this modern illness of isolation."

"Did I seduce you - or did you let yourself be seduced?"

"In love - people try to unmask one another. But I thought we must strive to keep the masks on."



"Psychiatrist: What if the mask lives on by taking over your body?

Mr. Okuyama: So I'm a guinea pig after all.

Psychiatrist: I could mass-produce them. A face, easily removed. A world without family, friends or enemies. There'd be no criminals, hence crime itself would disappear. Unbound freedom, hence no yearning for it. No such thing as home, hence no dreams of escaping from it. Loneliness and friendship would bleed into one another. Trust among people, now so richly prized, would become obsolete. Suspicion and betrayal would no longer be possible."


"I see your face before me, Yet I no longer recognize you, Where are you? Where are you? The you I knew yesterday..."

"I have so many selves, I can't even contain them all."

"The ocean seems to be saying something."

"This is futile. If it wanted to, the sand could swallow up cities and even entire countries. Did you know that? A Roman town called Sabrata and the one in "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam," both completely buried under particles an eighth of a millimeter wide. You can't fight it! It's hopeless!"



"Entomologist Niki Jumpei: Living here is like building a house on water when a boat would make more sense. Such rigid thinking. It has to be a house or nothing at all.

Woman: But don't you want to go home too?

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: That's different."


"Entomologist Niki Jumpei: I don't get it. Doesn't all this seem pointless to you? Are you shoveling sand to live or living to shovel sand?

Woman: I know it's not as fun as Tokyo.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: I'm not talking about Tokyo!"


"Are you shoveling sand to live or living to shovel sand?"

"I'm so frightened every morning when I go to sleep that I'll wake up alone again. That really frightens me."



"Woman: There's nothing for me to do on the outside.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: You could walk around.

Woman: Walk around?

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: Yes! It's great to walk around freely!

Woman: Isn't it exhausting, just walking around aimlessly?"



"I refuse to die like a dog!"

"They don't care about you. People only care about themselves. Here we are, ruthlessly exploited, yet happily wagging our tails. Before you know it, they'll abandon us here."

"If I suffer, you suffer. Give that some serious thought."



"Entomologist Niki Jumpei: How can you stand being trapped like this?

Woman: This is my home.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: Then demand your rights."



"The sand? What good it that? It's the source of all your troubles."

"Even if it is a lie, it helps to have hope that tomorrow things will change."

"Who cares? We're living like animals anyway!"



"Entomologist Niki Jumpei: Where is everyone? Your family?

Woman: I live alone. Last year a storm swallowed up my husband and daughter.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: Swallowed up?

Woman: The sand roared down like a waterfall. He went out to save the chicken coop.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: And got buried?

Woman: It was a horrible gale.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: That's awful. That's really awful."



"Woman: This village has real local spirit.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: What kind of spirit?

Woman: Love of our birthplace.

Entomologist Niki Jumpei: I see, a good thing, indeed!"


"Entomologist Niki Jumpei: This isn't funny! Even dogs go crazy chained up all day! And we're human beings!

Woman: But you see, if it wasn't for the sand, no one would bother about me. Isn't that right?"

"Everyone takes advantage of the ignorant."

"I have no one, no son or brother, to help me out. I'm just a good-for-nothing old man."

"She's hoping I'll die, but I'm not going to."

"Will we meet again, Mr. Umberto?"

"Rex: [Rex exposes Jeanette's burned stomach] There, how's that feel?

Young Jeannette: It's so ugly, Dad, I look like a demon.

Rex: There's nothing ugly about you. You hear me? One day I promise you you're gonna look at this as just another side of how strong you are. You're a Walls, Mountain Goat. And we ain't like other people. We got a fire burning in our bellies. And that there is goddamn proof of it. Now... this knife is especially designed to hunt demons. It's very sharp. Don't take it out unless you see him. You can borrow it for the night. You know, all monsters are the same. They like to frighten people, but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run. I love you, Mountain Goat."



"Jeannette: He's never gonna change. You have to leave him.

[pause]

Rose Mary: I can't."




“Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you'll still have your stars.”

"Doctor why have you forsaken me..."


"It is only a series of mathematical patterns; yet it has such a deep effect on the men. Why is that? Where is the magic? Is it in the composer? Is it those who hear it and feel emotion? Is it in me? I can understand these emotions, but I cannot feel them."


" We don't cure anybody here."

"I used to be someone who knew a lot. No one asks for my opinion or advice anymore. I miss that. I used to be curious and independent and confident. I miss being sure of things. There's no peace in being unsure of everything all the time. I miss doing everything easily. I miss being a part of what's happening. I miss feeling wanted. I miss my life and my family."

"You may say that this falls into the great academic tradition of knowing more and more about less and less until we know everything about nothing."

"Damn it, why won't you take me seriously? Look, I KNOW what I'm feeling, and I... I feel, I feel like my brain is... is fucking DYING and everything I know and everything I worked for, it's all going...

[bursts into terrified sobbing]"


"But I saw something only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things. Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who's perished from famine, from war, from the plague... And they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling, spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls. And the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Because nothing is lost forever. In this world, there a kind of painful progress. A longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so."

"We do what we have to do in order to do what we want to do."

"School's the only place you can read all day. Except prison."

"Take the meanest, most restless nigger. Strip him of his clothes in front of the remaining male niggers, female niggers, and nigger infants, tar and feather him, tie each leg to a horse facing an opposite direction, set him on fire, and beat both horses until they tear him apart in front of male, female and nigger infants. Bullwhip and beat the remaining nigger males within an inch of their life. Do not kill them but put the fear of God in them, for they can be useful for future breeding. Anybody know who Willie Lynch was? Anybody? Raise your hand. No one? He was a vicious slave owner in the West Indies. The slave-masters in the colony of Virginia were having trouble controlling their slaves, so they sent for Mr. Lynch to teach them his methods. The word "lynching" came from his last name. His methods were very simple, but they were diabolical. Keep the slave physically strong but psychologically weak and dependent on the slave master. Keep the body, take the mind."

"The state is currently spending five times more for the education for a white child than it is fitting to educate a colored child. That means better textbooks for that child than for that child. I say that's a shame, but my opponent says today is not the day for whites and coloreds to go to the same college. To share the same campus. To walk into the same classroom. Well, would you kindly tell me when that day is gonna come? Is it going to come tomorrow? Is it going to come next week? In a hundred years? Never? No, the time for justice, the time for freedom, and the time for equality is always, is always right now!"

"I think all we can aspire to in this situation is a little bit of grace."

"It's never too late to become what you might have been."

"I'd like to make love, and then I'd like you to go. Because I need to stay here and if you make it hard for me, I may cry so hard I'll never stop."

"I never wanted to be away from her."

"They have to learn to get over these things by themselves. They've got short memories, and that's not always so bad. She had the spark of life."

"I think I may be beginning to disappear."

"[reading to Fiona from, "Letters From Iceland" by; W.H. Auden] Isn't it true however far we've wandered into our provinces of persecution, where our regrets accuse, we keep returning back to the common faith from which we've all dissented, back to the hands, the feet, the faces? Children are always there and take the hands, even when they are most terrified. Those in love cannot make up their minds to go or stay. Artist and doctor return most often. Only the mad will never, never come back. For doctors keep on worrying while away, in case their skill is suffering or deserted. Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they want belief again in their own size. And the artist prays ever so gently, let me find pure all that can happen. Only uniqueness is success. For instance let me perceive the images of history. All that I push away with doubt and travel, today's and yesterdays alike, like bodies."

"[as a play-by-play announcer] Well, once again, Nurse Kristy is taking me back to the second floor. The area to my right are the elevators, and as we go on down the hall, there's a man with a broken heart, broken in a thousand pieces. Well, we'll go to Madeleine's office, past the lunch room. Hopefully, they're serving right now. The cannelloni was cold yesterday, but let's see what it's doing today. Let's have - I gotta have some Cokes again. That's what I'm gonna do."

"This is going to sound real stupid coming from a man in prison. But for the first time in my life, I'm free."

"As soon as you realize that the random events in your life are God... you will live a much better life. You spend your life believing that you have all the control over what happens. Bullshit. The plane you're flying goes down? Out of your control. God gives you cancer. I have no control over that. Did God give me cancer? You bet your ass God gave me cancer. You think if I begged for cancer God would have given it to me? No... because I assure you I have begged for God to take it away - and guess what? I have no control over that."



"Whip: There's whole lot of people out there whose mothers die and they don't fucking drink.

Nicole: You are sick, Whip.

Whip: Yeah, well, I embrace it, shit! I choose to drink.

Nicole: You do?

Whip: Yes, I do.

Nicole: You choose it? Well, I don't see a whole lot of choice going on here!

Whip: I choose to drink! And I blame myself! I am happy to! And you know why? Because I choose to drink! I got an ex-wife and a son I never talk to! And you know why? Because I choose to drink!"



"[to hearing committee] I'm drunk right now, because I'm an alcoholic."

"The key to a woman's heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time."

"The rest of those who have gone before us cannot steady the unrest of those to follow."


"Prof. Robert Crawford: Perhaps the challenge should have been directed elsewhere. "It is a melancholy truth that even...

Jamal: "great men have poor relations" Dickens.

Prof. Robert Crawford: "You will hear the beat of..."

Jamal: Kipling.

Prof. Robert Crawford: "All great truths begin..."

Jamal: Shaw.

Prof. Robert Crawford: "Man is the only animal...

Jamal: "that blushes... or needs to." That's Mark Twain.

Jamal: Come on, Professor Crawford...

Prof. Robert Crawford: [shouting] Get out!

Prof. Robert Crawford: [whispered] Get... out.

Jamal: Yeah. I'll get out."



"Writers write things to give readers something to read."

"We have a saying in Tibet: If a problem can be solved there is no use worrying about it. If it can't be solved, worrying will do no good."


"Pema Lhaki: Still, walking up mountains is a fool's pleasure, Heinrich.

Heinrich Harrer: Not so foolish, really. Look at this. Go ahead. That's after I climbed the Eiger North Face. That's Olympics. Gold medal. Not important... this.

Pema Lhaki: Then this is another great difference between our civilization and yours. You admire the man who pushes his way to the top in any walk of life while we admire the man who abandons his ego. The average Tibetan wouldn't think to thrust himself forward this way."



"Dalai Lama: I can't sleep. I'm afraid the dream might come back.

Heinrich Harrer: A couple of insomniacs.

Dalai Lama: Tell me a story, Heinrich. Tell me a story about climbing mountains.

Heinrich Harrer: That's one way to fall asleep. Those stories bore even me.

Dalai Lama: Then tell me what you love about it.

Heinrich Harrer: The absolute simplicity. That's what I love. When you're climbing your mind is clear and free from all confusions. You have focus. And suddenly the light becomes sharper, the sounds are richer and you're filled with the deep, powerful presence of life. I've only felt that one other time.

Dalai Lama: When?

Heinrich Harrer: In your presence, Kundun."


"There was a time that I would have wished you dead but your shame shall be your torture and your torture will be your life! I wish it to be long."

"Do you think someday people will get Tibet on their movie screens and wonder what happened to us?"


"It's strange to me that something so harmless as a jacket could symbolize such a great lie."

"In this place where time stands still it seems like everything is moving. Including me. I can't say I know where I'm going nor if my bad deeds can be purified. There are so many things I have done that I regret. But when I come to a full stop I hope you understand that the distance between us is not as great as it seems."



"Heinrich Harrer: You have to leave. You have to leave Tibet, Kundun. Your life's at great risk. Forgive my presumption but I have made arrangements to get you out safely. We should leave directly after the enthronement, the Chinese won't expect it.

Dalai Lama: How can I help people if I run away from them? What kind of leader would I be? I have to stay here, Heinrich. Serving others is my path to liberation.

Heinrich Harrer: Then I don't go either.

Dalai Lama: Why not?

Heinrich Harrer: Because you are my path to liberation.

Dalai Lama: The Buddha said 'Salvation doesn't come from the sight of me. It demands strenuous effort and practise. So work hard and seek your own salvation constantly.' I am not your son. And I've never thought of you as my father. You've been much too informal to me for that. Do you ever think about him?

[Heinrich cries, nodding]

Dalai Lama: And what do you think about?

Heinrich Harrer: It's not a conscious thought really, Kundun. He is always there. When I crossed Tibet he was with me. When I came to Lhasa he was with me. When I sit beside you he is there with me. I can't even imagine how to picture the world without him in it."



"If only my hand could express, what is in my heart."


"Must one have a reason to help those in need?"

"Heinrich Harrer: Raising their flag is an honor the Chinese do not deserve.

Ngawang Jigme: When you are not strong enough to fight, you should embrace your enemy. With both arms around you he cannot point a gun at you. Nothing in politics is a matter of honor, my friend."

"A place rich with all the strange beauty of your nighttime dreams."

"So much time to question oneself is... not good."

"Peter Aufschnaiter: [the Chinese generals disembark the plane and are greeted by minister Ngawang Jigme's obeisance, bringing a smug smile to the lead general's lips] History repeats itself, even in paradise."

"The Tibetans say an enemy is the greatest teacher... because only an enemy can help develop patience and compassion. They believe with rock-like faith that the power of their religion will protect them against these Chinese."

"May all travelers find happiness wherever they go. Without any effort may they accomplish whatever they set out to do. And having safely returned to the shore may they be joyfully reunited with their relatives."