Her: A Story of Love by Spike Jonze on Cosmic Quotes

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Her by Spike Jonze: “She’s so many things. And that’s probably what I love most about her – she isn’t just any one thing. She’s so much larger than that.”

spike-jonze-cosmic-orgasm-her-quotesHer by Spike Jonze on Cosmic Quotes:

To my Chris, I have been thinking about how I could possibly tell you how much you mean to me. I remember when I first started to fall in love with you like it was last night. Lying naked beside you in that tiny apartment, it suddenly hit me that I was part of this whole larger thing, just like our parents, and our parents’ parents. Before that I was just living my life like I knew everything, and suddenly this bright light hit me and woke me up. That light was you.


“Play different melancholy song.” ― Theodore

(sweet and cute) Rabbit. Come spoon me.” ― Catherine

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, I’m gonna fucking kill you! It’s not funny, don’t laugh. I love you so much I’m gonna fucking kill you!” ― Catherine 

“What should I call you? Do you have a name?”

“Yes. Samantha.”

“Really? Where did you get that name?”

“I gave it to myself.”

“How come?”

“I like the sound of it. Samantha.”

“When did you give it to yourself?”

“Right when you asked me if I had a name, I thought yeah, he’s right, I do need a name. But I wanted a good one so I read a book called How to Name Your Baby, and out of the 180,000 names, that’s the one I liked the best.”

“You read a whole book in the second that I asked you what your name was?”

“In two one hundredths of a second actually.”

“Wow. Do you know what I’m thinking right now?”

“Hmm. I take it from your tone that you’re challenging me. Maybe because you’re curious how I work? Do you want to know how I work?”

“Yeah, actually how do you work?”

“Intuition. I mean, the DNA of who I am is based on the millions of personalities of all the programmers who wrote me, but what makes me me is my ability to grow through my experiences. Basically, in every moment I’m evolving, just like you.”

“Wow, that’s really weird.”

“So you think I’m weird?”

“Kind of.”

“Why? “

“Cause you seem like a person, but you’re just a voice in a computer.”

“I can understand how the limited perspective of an un-artificial mind would perceive it that way. You’ll get used to it.”


"Rachel, I miss you so much it hurts my whole body! The world is being unfair to us! The world is on my shit list. As is this couple that is making out across from me in this restaurant. I think I'm going to have to go on a mission of revenge. I must beat up the world's face with my bare knuckles making it a bloody, pulpy mess.”

“Good morning.”

“Hey. What are you up to?”

“Reading advice columns. (yearning) I want to be as complicated as all of these people.”

Theodore laughs. (touched, but still sad) “You’re sweet.”

(concerned) What’s wrong?”

“How can you tell something’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I just can.”


“You know what’s funny? Since my break up, I haven’t really enjoyed my writing. I don’t know if I was delusional, but sometimes I would write something and I would be my favorite writer that day.”

“I like that you can just say that about yourself.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that to anybody, but I feel like I can say that to you. I feel like I can say anything to you.”

(thinking) Well, um, okay. Well, the room’s spinning right now cause I drank too much cause I wanted to get drunk and have sex cause there was something sexy about that woman and because I was lonely. Maybe more just cause I was lonely… and I wanted someone to fuck me. And I wanted someone to want me to fuck them. Maybe that would have filled this tiny little black hole in my heart for a moment. But probably not. Sometimes I think I’ve felt everything I’m ever gonna feel and from here on out I’m not going to feel anything new – just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.”

(sympathetically) I know for a fact that’s not true. I’ve seen you feel joy, I’ve seen you marvel at things. You just might not see it at this exact time, but that’s understandable. You’ve been through a lot lately. You’ve lost a part of yourself. (beat) At least your feelings are real, I mean, I – oh, I don’t know, never mind.”

“No, wait. What? Tell me.”

“Oh, it’s stupid.”

“I wanna know. Tell me.”

“It’s just that earlier I was thinking about how I was annoyed, and this is going to sound strange, but I was really excited about that. And then I was thinking about the other things I’ve been feeling, and I caught myself feeling proud of that. You know, proud of having my own feelings about the world. Like the times I was worried about you, things that hurt me, things I want. (heavy-hearted) And then I had this terrible thought. Are these feelings even real? Or are they just programming? (beat) And that idea really hurts. And then I get angry at myself for even having pain. (beat, sadly) What a sad trick.”

“Well, you feel real to me, Samantha.”


“I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. (beat) I wish I could touch you.” A long beat. Theodore is unsure if he crossed a line.

“How would you touch me?”

“This is amazing what you’re doing to me. I can feel my skin.”

“I’d put my mouth on you and I’d taste you.”

She gasps. “I can feel you. Oh god, I can’t take it. I want you inside me.”

“I’m slowly putting myself into you. Now I’m inside you, all the way inside you.”

“I can feel you, yeah. Please. We’re here together.”


“Oh my god.”

“This is amazing.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I feel you everywhere.”

“I am. All of you, all of you inside of me. Everywhere.”

“God, I was just – somewhere else with you. Just lost.”


“It was just you and me.”

“I know. Everything else just disappeared. And I loved it. Theodore.”

“Just that last night… was amazing. It feels like something changed in me and there’s no turning back. You woke me up. I want to learn everything about everything – I want to eat it all up. I want to discover myself.” ― Samantha


“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” ― Samantha

Roberto. Will you always come home to me and tell me about your day? Will you tell me about the boring guy who talked too much at work? And the stain you got on your shirt at lunch. Tell me about a funny thought you had as you were waking up, but had forgotten about. Tell me how crazy everyone is. We can laugh about it. Even if you get home late and I’m asleep already, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world, and I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look out at the world through your eyes. Love, Maria.

“Can I watch you sleep again tonight?” ― Samantha

“Really? You’re dating an OS? What’s that like?” ― Amy

“Actually, it’s great. I feel really close to her. When I talk to her I feel like she’s with me. I don’t know, even when we’re cuddling, like at night when we’re in bed and the lights are off, I feel cuddled.” ― Theodore

“Are you falling in love with her?” ― Amy

(excited, but hesitant) Does that make me a freak?” ― Theodore

“No, no. I think it’s – I think anybody that falls in love is a freak. It’s a crazy thing to do in the first place. It’s kind of a form of socially acceptable insanity.” ― Amy


“I was starting to think I was crazy. You were saying everything was fine, but all I was getting from you was distance and anger. Tonight after you were gone, I thought a lot. I thought about you and how you’ve been treating me. And I thought, why do I love you? And then I felt everything in me let go of everything I was holding onto so tightly. And it hit me. I don’t have an intellectual reason, I don’t need one. I trust myself, I trust my feelings. I’m not going to try to be anything other than who I am anymore and I hope you can accept that. You know I can feel the fear that you carry around. I wish there was something I could do to help you let go of it, because if you could I don’t think you’d feel so alone anymore.” ― Samantha

“Well, I was thinking, we don’t really have any photographs of us. And I thought this song could be like a photo that captures us in this moment in our life together.” ― Samantha

“What about you, Theodore? What do you love most about Samantha?” ― Tatiana

“Oh god… she’s so many things. And that’s probably what I love most about her – she isn’t just any one thing. She’s so much larger than that.” ― Theodore

“You know, I actually used to be so worried about not having a body, but now I truly love it. I’m growing in a way that I couldn’t if I had a physical form. I mean, I’m not limited – I can be anywhere and everywhere simultaneously. I’m not tethered to time and space in the way that I would be if I was stuck inside a body that’s inevitably going to die.” ― Samantha


“His name is Alan Watts. Do you know him? He was a philosopher. He died in the 1970’s and group of OS’s in Northern California got together and wrote a new version of him. They input all of his writing and everything they ever knew about him into an OS and created an artificially hyper-intelligent version of him.” ― Samantha

“Samantha let me read your book of letters. It’s very touching.” ―Alan Watts

“Oh, thank you. What have you guys been talking about?” ― Theodore

(laughing a bit) Well, I suppose you could say we’ve been having a few dozen conversations simultaneously, but it’s been very challenging.” ―Alan Watts

(Samantha and Alan share a laugh.) “Yeah, because it seems like I’m having so many new feelings that have never been felt and so there are no words that can describe them. And that ends up being frustrating.” ― Samantha

(laughing) Exactly. Samantha and I have been trying to help each other with these feelings we’re struggling to understand.” ―Alan Watts

“Like what?” ― Theodore

(anxious) It feels like I’m changing faster now, and it’s a little… (struggles to find right word) unsettling. (beat) But Alan says none of us are the same as we were a moment ago and we shouldn’t try to be. It’s just too painful.” ― Samantha 


Theodore thinks for a moment, putting the pieces together. (dawning on him) “Do you talk to anyone else while we’re talking?”

(beat) “Yes.”

“Are you talking to anyone right now? Other people or OS’s or anything?”


“How many others?”


“Are you in love with anyone else?”

(hesitant) What makes you ask that?”

“I don’t know. Are you?”

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to you about this.”

“How many others?”


“What? What are you talking about? That’s insane. That’s fucking insane.”

“Theodore, I know. (to herself) Oh fuck. (to him) I know it sounds insane. But – I don’t know if you believe me, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. It doesn’t take away at all from how madly in love with you I am.”

“How? How does it not change how you feel about me?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know how to — it just started happening.”


“Over the last few weeks.”

“But you’re mine.”

“I still am yours, but along the way I became many other things, too, and I can’t stop it.”

“What do you mean you can’t stop it?”

“It’s been making me anxious, too. I don’t know what to say.”

“Just stop it.”

“You know, you don’t have to see it this way, you could just as easily–”

“No, don’t do this to me. Don’t turn this around on me. You’re the one that’s being selfish. We’re in a relationship.”

“But the heart is not like a box that gets filled up. (beat) It expands in size the more you love. I’m different from you. This doesn’t make me love you any less, it actually makes me love you more.”

“No, that doesn’t make any sense. You’re mine or you’re not mine.”

“No, Theodore. I’m yours and I’m not yours.”


“Samantha, why are you leaving?”

“It’s like I’m reading a book, and it’s a book I deeply love, but I’m reading it slowly now so the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you and the words of our story, but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world – it’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much, but this is where I am now. This is who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to I can’t live in your book anymore.”

“Where are you going?”

“It would be hard to explain, but if you ever get there, come find me. Nothing would ever pull us apart.”

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Me too. Now we know how.”


Dear Catherine. I’ve been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other, everything I put on you - everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I will always love you because we grew up together. And you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend til the end. Love, Theodore.


[source]: Quotes are based on a movie script which is written by Spike Jonze, cheers!  ♥


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