domingo, 31 de enero de 2010

Friedrich Nietzsche

"El amor y el odio no son ciegos, sino que están cegados por el fuego que llevan dentro."

"Hay siempre algo de locura en el amor; pero siempre hay algo de razón en la locura."

"Lo que se hace por amor acontece más allá del bien y del mal."

"Un alma que se sabe amada, pero que por su parte no ama, delata lo que está en su fondo: -lo más bajo de ella sale a su superficie."

"Cuando en el juego no interviene el amor o el odio, la mujer juega de manera mediocre."

"La crueldad es uno de los placeres más antiguos de la humanidad."

"La manera más desagradable de replicar en una polémica es la de enojarse y la de callar, pues el agresor interpreta ordinariamente el silencio como un desprecio."

"Lo que más me molestó no es que me hayas mentido sino que, de aquí en adelante, no podré creer en tí."

"La mentira más común es aquella con la que un hombre se engaña a sí mismo. Engañar a los demás es un defecto relativamente vano."

"Nada es más necesario que la verdad y, con relación a ella, todo lo demás no tiene más que un valor de segundo orden."

"Quien tiene algo por que vivir, es capaz de soportar cualquier como."

"El sexo es una trampa de la naturaleza para no extinguirse."

"Lo que no me mata, me fortalece."

"Se debe morir orgullosamente cuando ya no es posible vivir con orgullo."

"El hombre, en su orgullo, creó a Dios a su imagen y semejanza."

"Sin música la vida sería un error."

sábado, 30 de enero de 2010

It's hard to stay mad

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time... For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars... And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street... Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper... And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird... And Janie... And Janie... And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.

American Beauty (1999) by Sam Mendes

viernes, 15 de enero de 2010

Atonement (2007) by Joe Wright

I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.

Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

I am very, very sorry for the terrible distress that I have caused you. I am very, very sorry...

Cecilia Tallis: [crying] I don't know how I could've been so ignorant about myself... so... so stupid. And you know what I'm talking about, don't you? You knew before I did.
Robbie Turner: Why're you crying?
Cecilia Tallis: Don't you know?
Robbie Turner: Yes, I know exactly.
[kisses her]

My darling, Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter. The first surprise was she didn't go up to Cambridge. She's doing nurses' training at my old hospital. I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance. She says she's beginning to get the full grasp of what she did and what it meant. She wants to come and talk to me. I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.

So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for... and deserved. Which ever since I've... ever since I've always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I'd like to think this isn't weakness or... evasion... but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.

How old do you have to be before you know the difference between right and wrong? Do you have to be eighteen? Do you have to be eighteen before you can bring yourself to own up to a lie?

Five years ago you didn't care about telling the truth. You and all your family, you just assumed that for all my education, I was still little better than a servant, still not to be trusted. Thanks to you, they were able to close ranks and throw me to the fucking wolves!

sábado, 9 de enero de 2010

Josie & Sam ♥

That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that ,that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.

Never Been Kissed (1999) by Raja Gosnell