“Lord Rameses of Egypt sighed Because a summer evening passed; And little Ariadne cried That summer fancy fell at last To dust; and young Verona died When beauty's hour was overcast. Theirs was the bitterness we know Because the clouds of hawthorn keep So short a state, and kisses go To tombs unfathomably deep, While Rameses and Romeo And little Ariadne sleep.”
“ARTHUR: What happened?ARIADNE: Cobb stayed.ARTHUR: With Mal?ARIADNE: No. To find Saito.Arthur looks out at the water below the bridge.ARTHUR: He'll be lost...ARIADNE: No. He'll be alright.”
“So, Ariadne was the babe with the ball of twine and the plan.”
“I have heard the summer dust crying to be born.”
“The end of all things--a book, a life, a summer, a marriage, the last bite of cake, the last of innocence lost, a love affair--is always sad, at least a little bit sad, because it is the end, the end of that.”
“But to go to school in a summer morn,O! It drives all joy away;Under a cruel eye outworn,The little ones spend the dayIn sighing and dismay.”