love, sort of
Jamie: It's my favorite time of day, driving you.
Aurelia: [in Portuguese] It is the saddest part of my day, leaving you.
…
[in Portuguese]
Jamie: Beautiful Aurelia, I've come here with a view of asking you to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person – because I hardly knows you – but sometimes things are so transparency, they don't need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England.
…
Aurelia: [to Jamie] Jaime's friends are so good looking!
[to friends]
Aurelia: He never tells me this. I think now, maybe I make the wrong choice, pick wrong Englishman?
Jamie: She can't speak English properly, she doesn't know what she's saying.
from Love Actually (2003)
“never know what you’re gonna get”
But at nighttime, when there was
nothing to do and the house was all
empty, I’d always think of Jenny.And then, she was there.
[...]
- Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out… and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water… like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn’t tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It’s so beautiful.
- I wish I could’ve been there with you.
- You were.You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our
tree.
Eternity orietur
It is recovered!
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Mixed with the sun.
My soul eternal,
Redeem your promise,
In spite of the night alone
And the day on fire.
Of human suffrage,
Of common aspirings,
You free yourself then!
You fly according to…
Hope never more,
No orietur.
Science and patience,
Retribution is sure.
No more tomorrows,
Embers of satin,
Your ardor is now
Your duty only.
It is recovered!
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Mixed with the sun.
– Rimbaud
end of the rain – booo
(c) rawcookedburned
In the furious lashings of the tides,
Emptier than children’s minds, I through that winter
Ran! and great peninsulas unmoored
Never knew more triumphant uproar than I knew.
– Rimbaud
And one day my logic was proven all wrong…
We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and… knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had… lost her. ‘cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So… I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I – , I couldn’t even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that’s when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that’s what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I’m back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass… And I’ve lost her all over again. I’m so sad that I don’t have Kelly. But I’m so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?
Tom Hanks (as Chuck Noland) in Cast Away
compaignon (n.)
I have almost the verve, the pull, the stamina, the strenght, to poll my inbox…. afraid of what i will see there, afraid of anything and of nothing i might find there. Is it really such a momentous step? An unbridled epoch? A concrete casting? a pouring, an emptying, a submitting, a confirming, an undoable doing?
It is all that… and more. Much more. That is why you must open it; you must look at it, read it; you must absorb it, own it, then put it down. And you must respond to it.
In the kindest of ways. Though it may be difficult. Must not forget the experience, the history, the journey, the once-companion, when nothing was anything and everything nothing. Through those dark nights and blank days, through those fleeting seconds and timeless minutes of every day, every single day, and the next… through them all — the journey — forget not the journey, and the companion through it all.
On love
There seems to be no happiness more perfect than that which love confirms. But there is also no misery more profound, no depth of despair greater, than that into which lovers are plunged when they are bereft, disappointed, unrequited.
Can the pleasures of love be had without its pains? Is it better to have loved and suffered than never to have loved at all? *
Yes!
* quote from: The Great Ideas: A Syntopicon of Great Books of the Western World, 1952 (see wikipedia article)
Just ran into it at the library. Few quotes from the net:
The course of true love never did run smooth.
William Shakespeare
I look back, and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence, you have been entirely perfect to me, I would not change one word, one look.
Robert Browning
