Simon Birch Quotes
1998 films, 1990s American films, Comedy-drama films, Coming-of-age films, Drama films, Films based on novels, Films based on works by John Irving, Films set in Maine, Films about disability
Top Quotes
“Jim Carrey - Adult Joe Wenteworth”
“[At Rebecca's tombstone.] Into paradise...may the angels...lead you.”
“Rebecca Wenteworth: Do your thing, Simon! Show 'em how it's done!”
“Wikipedia: Simon Birch”
“Oliver Platt - Ben Goodrich”
“Ashley Judd - Rebecca Wenteworth”
“David Strathairn - Rev. Russell”
“Joseph Mazzello - Joe Wenteworth”
“Ian Michael Smith - Simon Birch”
“Joe Wenteworth: [At Simon's bed in the hospital] Jesus, Simon, you look like shit.”
“Internet Movie Database (IMDb): Simon Birch”
“Our Sunday school teacher was an unhappy woman by the name of Miss Leavey. Her name suited her perfectly as she was always leaving class.”
“[At the birth scene of Simon Birch.] Simon Birch was the smallest delivery ever recorded in the history of Gravestown Memorial Hospital.”
“[on the bus that plunged into a lake] Stop it! [Everyone looks around] I'm not going to let anything happen to any of you, understand?”
“Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with. It responds like a snail to our impatience...then it races like a gazelle when you can't catch your breath.”
“Miss Leavey: Help. Please. I'm gonna strangle him. I swear to God I'm gonna strangle that little granite mouse if it's the last thing I do.”
“Joe Wenteworth: Okay, you grabbed her boobs, and you pulled her into the manger. Big deal. It could've happened to anybody. Well, maybe not anybody.”
“Simon's father owned the Birch Granite Company. Mr. Birch was a big believer in the rock and just about everything in their house was made from granite, including Mr. Birch.”
“When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming. What I remember most to this day was my mother's scent and how I hated it when it began to disappear. First from her closets and drawers, then from her dresses that she had sewed herself and finally, from her bedsheets and pillowcases.”
“[Visiting Simon's grave.] I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice, not because of his voice or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death but because he is the reason I believe in God. What faith I have, I owe it to Simon Birch, a boy I grew up with in Gravestown, Maine. It is Simon who had me a believer.”