askaboutpersonaltxt

"Shoulder blades sticking out, as if she was trying to grow wings through her skin."

"My parents died years ago. I was very close to them. I still miss them terribly. I know I always will. I long to believe that their essence, their personalities, what I loved so much about them, are - really and truly - still in existence somewhere. […] Plainly, there’s something within me that’s ready to believe in life after death. And it’s not the least bit interested in whether there’s any sober evidence for it. So I don’t guffaw at the woman who visits her husband’s grave and chats him up every now and then, maybe on the anniversary of his death. It’s not hard to understand. And if I have difficulties with the ontological status of who she’s talking to, that’s all right. That’s not what this is about. This is about humans being human."

"Al hombre vulgar le gustaría creer que vive por un solo designio, y esta expresión es definida por su ignorancia de sí mismo y de los fines a que está destinado. ¿Qué es, pues, este gran designio por el cual vive? ¿Una mujer? ¿Hijos? ¿La extensión de esta resbaladiza democracia de la cual tanto se habla? Para ensayar la validez de estos valores, querido ciudadano, párese bajo cualquier árbol sano, repítase estas cosas y fíjese si las ramas no se ríen de usted y de su designio en eterna burla."

"No sé cómo te sientes querido amigo mío
pero a mi la vida sigue mordiéndome con dientes de bestia
así que no me queda otra
que también morderla."

nevver:

T.S. Eliot

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I told Miyazaki I love the “gratuitous motion” in his films; instead of every movement being dictated by the story, sometimes people will just sit for a moment, or they will sigh, or look in a running stream, or do something extra, not to advance the story but only to give the sense of time and place and who they are.

"We have a word for that in Japanese," he said. "It’s called ma. Emptiness. It’s there intentionally.”

Is that like the “pillow words” that separate phrases in Japanese poetry?

"I don’t think it’s like the pillow word." He clapped his hands three or four times. "The time in between my clapping is ma. If you just have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it’s just busyness. But if you take a moment, then the tension building in the film can grow into a wider dimension. If you just have constant tension at 80 degrees all the time you just get numb.

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dethjunkie:

Corey Smith

"If you’re looking for sympathy you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary."

"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, no trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because i am out of sight? I am waiting for you, somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well."

"It is no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I."

nevver:

In memory of

"Idólatras por instinto, convertimos en incondicionados los objetos de nuestros sueños y de nuestros intereses. La historia no es más que un desfile de falsos Absolutos, una sucesión de templos elevados a pretextos, un envilecimiento del espíritu ante lo Improbable."

leslieseuffert:

Silvia Grav
"A thought often makes us hotter than a fire."  — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Las cosas que me vienen a la cabeza al tener este sentimiento extraño son como un sueño. Un sueño lleno de humos de colores, un sueño de un amanecer nublado y frío y de una calle vacía rodeada de fábricas, las mismas que me provocan esa sensación entre miedo y respeto. Es esa sensación sumada al amor; creo que siento amor pero no sé por qué ni por quién, y siento amor en el momento que siento todo y que se proyectan esas imágenes y también después de ese momento; amor en el momento en que estoy terriblemente confundido, porque siempre amo lo que me remueve.