Nineteen Hundred: All that city. You just couldn't see the end to
it. The end? Please? You please just show me where it ends? It was all
very fine on that gangway. And I was grand too, in my overcoat. I cut
quite a figure. And I was getting off. Guaranteed. There was no problem.
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see.
You understand that? What I didn't see. In all that sprawling city there
was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was
where the whole thing came to an end. The end of the world...
Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are
eighty-eight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not
infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can
make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a
keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never
end, and that's the truth, Max. That they never end. That keyboard is
infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there
is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's
God's piano.
Christ! Did, did you see the streets? Just the streets… There were
thousands of them! And how do you do it down there? How do you choose
just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one
landscape to look at, one way to die...
All that world is weighing down on me, you don't even know where it
comes to an end, and aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at
the thought of it? The enormity of living it?
I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand
people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit
between prow and stern. You played out your happiness, but on a piano
that was not infinite. I learned to live that way.
Land? Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful; it's a
voyage too long, a perfume too strong. It's a music I don't know how to
make. I could never get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life.
After all, I don't exist for anyone. You're an exception, Max, you're
the only one who knows I'm here. You're a minority, and you better get
used to it. Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off.
- Legand Of 1900
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
So much beauty in the world
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
-American Beauty
Friday, August 9, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
Hateful respect
Aldous Snow: What you did was very spiteful, but it was also very brave and very honest and I respect you for doing that. But the content of what you said has made me hate you. So there's a layer of respect, admittedly, for your truthfulness, but it's peppered with hate. Hateful respect.
: Get Him to the Greek
: Get Him to the Greek
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Fear is not real
Cypher Raige: Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me danger is very real but fear is a choice. We are all telling ourselves a story and that day mine changed.
: After Earth
: After Earth
Matthias: It is each man's quest to find out who he truly is, but the answer to that lies in the present, not in the past. As it is for all of us.
Doug Quaid: But the past tells us who we've become.
Matthias: The past is a construct of the mind. It blinds us. It fools us into believing it. But the heart wants to live in the present. Look there. You'll find your answer.
:Total Recall
Doug Quaid: But the past tells us who we've become.
Matthias: The past is a construct of the mind. It blinds us. It fools us into believing it. But the heart wants to live in the present. Look there. You'll find your answer.
:Total Recall
Thursday, June 6, 2013
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