I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what we want, and the other is getting it.
“Wait a minute…nice guys don’t kiss like that.”
“Oh yes we fucking do.”
Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
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The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
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I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable
I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.
Your inner being is thirsty
And drinks only beauty…silence…grace…innocence
These are the qualities
That are absorbed by your inner being
What’s more delightful than an evening beside the fire with a nice bright lamp and a book, listening to the wind beating against the windows? I’m absolutely removed from the world at such times. The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there I’m wandering in countries I can see every detail of — I’m playing a role in the story I’m reading. I actually feel I’m the characters — I live and breathe with them.
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Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via enchants)
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