How wonderful, more than you know.
you destroyed me.
you are so good to me.
there is time.
Destroy me, let me go ugly.
Why don’t you do so?
All of a sudden, it all comes back to me.
I can strongly feel that it’s striking me.
The anxiety, depression, a sensation of fear, complicated emotion…
it’s so difficult to describe what im feeling inside.
I can hardly figure it out. What’s going wrong?
I know, Sixsmith, you groan and shake your head, but you smile too,
which is why I love you. I will not be subjugated to criminal abuse! At
this point in my life, all I know, Sixsmith, is that this world spins
from the same unseen forces that twist our hearts. Seen too much of the
world, I no good slave. You can maintain power over people, as long as
you give them something. Rob a man of everything, and that man will no
loner be in your power. -Did you ever think that the universe was
against you? -All the time. Freedom, the fatuous jingle of our
civilization. But only those deprived of it have the barest inkling of
what it really is. You have to do whatever you can’t not do. Belief like
fear or love is forced to be understood as we understand the theory of
relativity and principles of uncertainty. Phenomena that determine the
course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction.
Today, it is headed in another. Yesterday, I believe I would never have
done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space,
they can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long
before we are born, and continue after we perish. Our lives and our
choices like quantum trajectories are understood moment to moment at
each point of intersection, each encounter, suggest a new potential
direction. -What are you reading? -Old letters. -Why do you keep reading
them? -I don’t know. Just trying to understand why we keep making the
same mistakes… over and over. Nay, the dead never stay dead. Open your
ears, and they’ll never stop a yibberin’. -All clear. -Thank you. -No
sweat, we’re partners. But you got to tell me what’s happening. -Okay,
let me take off these clothes, call the cops, and I promise I tell you
everything that happen in the morning. -Okay. But I hope you realize you
just said exactly what every character in any decent mystery says right
before they get killed. -Good night, Javier. Our lives are not our own.
From womb to tomb, we’re bound to others, past and present. And by each
crime and every kindness, rebirth our future. No revolutionary ever was.
I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are
conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended.
One may trandcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of
doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as
I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life
extends far beyond the limitations of me. To be is to be perceived. And
so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes of the other. The
nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words and
deeds, that go on and are pushing themselves throughout all time. He
believed that love could outlive death. Watched my final sunrise,
enjoyed the last cigarette. Didn’t think the view could be anymore
perfect, until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith, as
ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen
anything more beautiful. Watched you for as long as I dared. I don’t
believe it was a fluke that I saw you first. I believe we do not stay
dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars where we first kissed. I
believe death is only a door. When it closes, another opens. If I can’t
imagine heaven, I would imagine that door open. And behind it, I will
find him there, waiting for me. 【twitter:@movielines_fan】
it is interesting. i have my own opinion. i regard subtle observation is
a must skill.
I recalled almost everything after my TOEFL teacher mentioned about
Virginia Woolf, a female English novelist, whose most famous novel was
called Mrs Dalloway. These reminded me of The Hours, one of my favorite
movies, which is closely related with Virginia Woolf and the book. The
movie scenes quickly flashed back in my mind. Some details, some
conversations, facial expression of Virginia, her steps towards suicide,
the sorrowful music score by Philip Glass…all of them rushed into my
head, making it a place so crowded. After i got home, i watched a clip
from The Hours on Youtube. Then i felt like, i couldn’t take this and
ended up shedding tears.