被吸血的蚊子
2008-09-01 07:40:31
always the hours
絕對是在對的情緒看了對的電影
很多年沒有一部電影看2遍了
在極度疲倦 每天只有不到4小時的睡眠後 看了the hours 淚流滿面
在看過的電影中最震撼的了 我不寫任何評論 任何語言都顯得蒼白無力 它的力量,它的直指人心, 只有看過才能真實的體會
"Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street."
"Did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely?"
"All this must go on without her..."
"Did she resent it...
or did it not become consoling
to believe that death ended absolutely?"
"It is possible to die."
"It is possible to die."
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I remember one morning...
getting up at dawn...
there was such a sense of possibility!
You know? That feeling?
And...and I remember thinking to myself:
"So this is the beginning of happiness..."
"This is where it starts!"
"And, of course, there'll always be more."
Never occurred to me
it wasn't the beginning,
It was happiness.
It was the moment... right there
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that I wrestle alone...
in the dark, in the deep dark and that only I can know...
only I can understand my own condition.
You live with the threat, you tell me. You live with the threat of my extinction.
Leonard, I live with it too.
This is my right.
It is the right of every human being.
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Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
It's contrast.
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It was death.
I chose life.
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to look life in the face,
always... to look life in the face...
and to know it... for what it is...
at last to know it...
to love it... for what it is...
and then...
to put it away.
Leonard
always the years between us
always the years...
always the love...
always the hours...