Wings of Desire by Wim Wenders (1987)

Something happened. It is still going on. It binds me. It was true at night and it is true in the day, even more so now. Who was who? I was in her and she was aroud me. Who in the world can claim that he was ever together with another being. I am together. No mortal child was begor, only an immortal common image. I learnd astonishment that night. She came to take me home and I find home. It happened once. Once and therefore forewer. The image that we created will be with me when I die. It will have lived within it. The amazement about two of us, amazement about man and woman has turned me into the human being. I know now what no angel knows.