I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true.
Shakespeare said, journeys end in lovers meeting.
Oh, what an extraordinary thought!
Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I m more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should.
I m constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.
It was Shakespeare who also said, Love is blind.
Now that is something I know to be true.
For some, quite inexplicably, love fades.
For others, love is simply lost.
But then, of course, love can also be found, even if just for the night.
And then there s another kind of love, the cruellest kind, the one that almost kills its victims.
It s called unrequited love.
"A fairy tale English cottageset in a tranquil country garden.
"Snuggle up by an old stone fireplaceand enjoy a cup of cocoa.
"An enchanting oasis of tranquilityin a quiet English hamlet.
Listen.
I know it's hard to believe peoplewhen they say, "I know how you feel,"
but I actually know how you feel.
Pathetic explanation, but, unfortunately,it's become a bit of a routine.
So how's it going so far?
I mean, up until I showed upand ruined your night.
Would you like something to drink?Glass of water?
Tea? Wine, maybe?
I think there's a bottle of brandy.
You fancy a glass?- Sure.
Good.
So, I'm sorry, I've totally blankedand forgotten your name.
I like corny.
I'm looking for corny in my life.
5.4.09
4.4.09
Inkheart
You've been to Persia, then?
Yes, a hundred times.
Along with st.Petersburg,
Paris, middie earth, distant planets and shangri-la.
And I never had to leave this room.
Books are adventure.
They contain murder and mayhem and passion.
They love anyone who opens them.
You want to be a writer, don't you?
You say that as if it's a bad thing.
No, no. just a lonely thing.
The world you create on the page--
Seems more friendly and alive than the world you live in.
And you wish you could be there instead.
Yes, a hundred times.
Along with st.Petersburg,
Paris, middie earth, distant planets and shangri-la.
And I never had to leave this room.
Books are adventure.
They contain murder and mayhem and passion.
They love anyone who opens them.
You want to be a writer, don't you?
You say that as if it's a bad thing.
No, no. just a lonely thing.
The world you create on the page--
Seems more friendly and alive than the world you live in.
And you wish you could be there instead.
3.4.09
1900
Why the hell don't you get off?
Just once? One time?
See the world for yourself with your own eyes?
You ever think about it?
You could do anything you wanted to.
Why not?
God knows you can't spend the rest of your life traveling back and forth like some yo-yo.
The world is out there.
Nothing but a gangplank to cross.
And what's a gangplank? A few stupid steps.
Christ, everything is waiting at the bottom of those steps
Why don't you just do it, one time?
Why don't you just get off?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why.
Winter comes and you can't wait for summer.
Summer comes and you live in dread of winter.
That's way you never tire of traveling.
Always chasing someplace far away.
where it's always summer.
Doesn't sound like a good bet to me.
It's everything I leave behind Until a few years ago I know only my field.
The world for me started and ended there in that little piece of the land.
Maybe you can't understand but--
I understand perfectly.
I know someone went through something very similar.
But he ended up alone too.
Then he is more lucky than me.
And it's for her that I decide one day to fight against my bad luck and travel all over without a destination.
And then one day when I go through one of the many towns I never see before.
I come to a hill.
And then I see the most beautiful thing in my life.
The sea.
I never see it before.
It was like lightning hit me.
Because I hear the voice.
The voice of the sea?
Yeah, the voice of the sea.
The voice of the sea it is like a shout.
A shout big and strong screaming and screaming.
And the thing it was screaming was: life is immense can you understand that?
Immense.
I never think of it that way.
A revolution was in my head.
That's how I suddenly decide to change my life to start fresh.
Change life. Start fresh.
I'm getting off this ship。
I've got to see something down there.
The ocean.
But from here.
I want to see it from there.
It's not the same thing at all.
From land, you can hear its voice.
You don't hear that from a ship.
Its voice.
It's like a big scream telling you that life is immense.
Once you've heard it, then you know what you have to do to go on living.
I could stay here forever.
But the ocean would never tell me a thing.
But if I get off live on land for a couple of years 0then I'll be normal just like the others.
Then maybe one day,
I'll make it to the coast look up, see the ocean and hear it scream.
We'll watch the fireworks from the pier then we'll start from scratch.
Sometimes that's the way you have to do it.
You go right back to the beginning.
All that city,
You just couldn't see an end to it.
The end-- please?
You please just show me where it ends?
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me.
It was what I didn't see.
Understand?
What I didnt' see,
In all that srawling 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.
You take a piano.
Keys begin.
The keys end.
You know there are 88 of them.
Nobody can tell you any different.
They are not infinite.
You are infinite.
And on those 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 roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions and billions of keys that never end and that's the truth that they never end.
That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite then there is no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets.
There were thousands of them.
How do you do it down there?
How do you choose just one?
One house.
One piece of land to call your own one landscape to look at one way to die?
All that world just weighing down on you.
You don't even know where it comes to an end.
I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
At the enormity of living it?
And the world passed me by.
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 perfume too strong.
It's music I don't know how to make.
At best,
I can step off my life.
After all.
I don't exist for anyone.
Just once? One time?
See the world for yourself with your own eyes?
You ever think about it?
You could do anything you wanted to.
Why not?
God knows you can't spend the rest of your life traveling back and forth like some yo-yo.
The world is out there.
Nothing but a gangplank to cross.
And what's a gangplank? A few stupid steps.
Christ, everything is waiting at the bottom of those steps
Why don't you just do it, one time?
Why don't you just get off?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why.
Winter comes and you can't wait for summer.
Summer comes and you live in dread of winter.
That's way you never tire of traveling.
Always chasing someplace far away.
where it's always summer.
Doesn't sound like a good bet to me.
It's everything I leave behind Until a few years ago I know only my field.
The world for me started and ended there in that little piece of the land.
Maybe you can't understand but--
I understand perfectly.
I know someone went through something very similar.
But he ended up alone too.
Then he is more lucky than me.
And it's for her that I decide one day to fight against my bad luck and travel all over without a destination.
And then one day when I go through one of the many towns I never see before.
I come to a hill.
And then I see the most beautiful thing in my life.
The sea.
I never see it before.
It was like lightning hit me.
Because I hear the voice.
The voice of the sea?
Yeah, the voice of the sea.
The voice of the sea it is like a shout.
A shout big and strong screaming and screaming.
And the thing it was screaming was: life is immense can you understand that?
Immense.
I never think of it that way.
A revolution was in my head.
That's how I suddenly decide to change my life to start fresh.
Change life. Start fresh.
I'm getting off this ship。
I've got to see something down there.
The ocean.
But from here.
I want to see it from there.
It's not the same thing at all.
From land, you can hear its voice.
You don't hear that from a ship.
Its voice.
It's like a big scream telling you that life is immense.
Once you've heard it, then you know what you have to do to go on living.
I could stay here forever.
But the ocean would never tell me a thing.
But if I get off live on land for a couple of years 0then I'll be normal just like the others.
Then maybe one day,
I'll make it to the coast look up, see the ocean and hear it scream.
We'll watch the fireworks from the pier then we'll start from scratch.
Sometimes that's the way you have to do it.
You go right back to the beginning.
All that city,
You just couldn't see an end to it.
The end-- please?
You please just show me where it ends?
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me.
It was what I didn't see.
Understand?
What I didnt' see,
In all that srawling 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.
You take a piano.
Keys begin.
The keys end.
You know there are 88 of them.
Nobody can tell you any different.
They are not infinite.
You are infinite.
And on those 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 roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions and billions of keys that never end and that's the truth that they never end.
That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite then there is no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets.
There were thousands of them.
How do you do it down there?
How do you choose just one?
One house.
One piece of land to call your own one landscape to look at one way to die?
All that world just weighing down on you.
You don't even know where it comes to an end.
I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
At the enormity of living it?
And the world passed me by.
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 perfume too strong.
It's music I don't know how to make.
At best,
I can step off my life.
After all.
I don't exist for anyone.
It's a fine day.
I want everyone to butt out of my life.
I can make of my life anything i wish.
I Believe I Can Fly
i used to think that i could not go wrong
and life was nothing but that an awful song
but now i know the meaning of true love
i'm leaning on the everlasting arms
if i can see it, then i can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
see i was on the verge of breaking down
sometimes inside us, it can seem so long
there are miracles in life i must achieve
but first i know it starts inside of me
could i believe in it?
if i can see it, then i can be it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
I can make of my life anything i wish.
I Believe I Can Fly
i used to think that i could not go wrong
and life was nothing but that an awful song
but now i know the meaning of true love
i'm leaning on the everlasting arms
if i can see it, then i can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
see i was on the verge of breaking down
sometimes inside us, it can seem so long
there are miracles in life i must achieve
but first i know it starts inside of me
could i believe in it?
if i can see it, then i can be it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
2.4.09
It's a nice day.
Honey fried fish chip before go to woke.
Experience teaches.
Experience does it.
Experience is the mother of wisdom.
Experience keeps a dear school, but fools learn in no other.
Experience keeps no school, she teaches her pupils singly.
Experience teaches.
Experience does it.
Experience is the mother of wisdom.
Experience keeps a dear school, but fools learn in no other.
Experience keeps no school, she teaches her pupils singly.
1.4.09
The Bucket List
Carter Chambers：You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you
[from trailer]
Edward Cole: We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.
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[from trailer]
Edward Cole: Do you hate me?
Carter Chambers: Not yet.
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Carter Chambers: What are you so afraid of?
Edward Cole: Just because I told you my story, does not invite you to be a part of it!
Carter Chambers: Oh, like the lady in the bar?
Edward Cole: That's different.
Carter Chambers: Tell me how it's different.
Edward Cole: I build a billion dollar business up from NOTHING! Presidents have asked my advice, I have dined with royalty, and i'm supposed to make out like what? This trip was supposed to MEAN something to me? Like it was gonna change ME? How did you see it playing out Carter, I knock on the door, she answers, she's surprised and angry, but I tell her how much I love her and miss her, and OH, by the way, I'm gonna be dead soon so I'm reaching out to you because I don't wanna die alone?
Carter Chambers: Everyone's afraid to die alone.
Edward Cole: I'm not everyone! This was supposed to be fun. That's all it ever was.
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Thomas: I'm proud of you.
Edward Cole: Nobody cares what you think.
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Edward Cole: I want my own room.
Thomas: You run hospitals, not health spas. Two beds to a room, no exceptions.
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Thomas: What are you doing here?
Carter Chambers: Fighting for my life. You?
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Edward Cole: The sequel was like that. She never backed me up on anything.
Carter Chambers: The sequel?
Edward Cole: The second Mrs Edward Cole.
[Carter rolls his eyes]
Edward Cole: Hell, that woman hated me.
Kyle the parachutist: Maybe because you called her the sequel.
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Dr. Hollins: How are you doing?
Edward Cole: Dumb question.
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[from trailer]
Carter Chambers: I hate your rotten guts!
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Edward Cole: Here's something to remember when you're older Thomas - never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart.
Thomas: I'll remember that when I start "decrepitating" sir.
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Carter Chambers: Forty-five years goes by pretty fast.
Edward Cole: Like smoke through a keyhole.
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Carter Chambers: Even now I cannot understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this. I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open. And I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place, because he was buried on the mountain. And that was against the law.
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Edward Cole: The simplest thing is... I loved him. And I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together. Which is amazing... When you think that only three months ago, we were complete strangers! I hope that it doesn't sound selfish of me but... the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life... And he knew it before I did.
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Edward Cole: You're shitting me.
Carter Chambers: No, the cats beat me to it!
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[Carter hands Edward an article about Kopi Luwak, Edward's favorite coffee.]
Carter Chambers: Read it.
Edward Cole: [reading] Kopi Luwak is the world's most expensive coffee. Though for some, it falls under the category of "too good to be true." In the Sumatran village, where the beans are grown, lives a breed of wild tree cat. These cats eat the beans, digest them and then... defecate.
[pauses]
Edward Cole: The villagers then collect and process the stools. It is the combination of the beans and the gastric juices of the tree cat that give Kopi Luwac...
[Carter starts laughing]
Edward Cole: ... its unique flavor... and aroma. You're shitting me!
Carter Chambers: [laughing] Cats beat me to it!
[Carter and Edward both laugh hysterically.]
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Edward Cole: You want some too? I'll have Thomas fix you a plate.
Carter Chambers: No thanks.
Edward Cole: You sure? Best in L.A.
[later, throwing up]
Carter Chambers: It ain't the best in L.A. no more.
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Edward Cole: I envy people who have faith, I just can't get my head around it.
Carter Chambers: Maybe because your head's in the way.
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Edward Cole: [Carter's obsessing over a car] You gonna drive it or buy it a dress?
Carter Chambers: Just getting to know each other.
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Edward Cole: [Spoiler]
[about his daughter and her husband]
Edward Cole: The first time he hit her, she came to me. Wouldn't let me take care of it, said it was her fault, he'd had a rough day and too much to drink. The next time he hit her, she didn't come to me. The ex told me about it. So I wanted to be a good father, so I took care of it. I called a guy who called a guy who called his friends, they didn't kill him, what they did, I don't know, but he never bothered her again, and then she said I was dead to her.
[/Spoiler]
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Edward Cole: Somewhere, some lucky guy's having a heart attack.
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Carter Chambers: Is it Tommy or Thomas?
Thomas: It's Matthew, actually. He thought that was too biblical...
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Edward Cole: What does a snail have to do to reincarnate? Leave the perfect trail of slime?
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Carter Chambers: Edward, I've had baths that were deeper than you.
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Carter Chambers: [in his letter to Edward] Dear Edward, I've gone back and forth the last few days trying to decide whether or not I should even write this. In the end, I realized I would regret it if I didn't, so here it goes. I know the last time we saw each other, we weren't exactly hitting the sweetest notes-certain wasn't the way I wanted the trip to end. I suppose I'm responsible and for that, I'm sorry. But in all honestly, if I had the chance, I'd do it again. Virginia said I left a stranger and came back a husband; I owe that to you. There's no way I can repay you for all you've done for me, so rather than try, I'm just going to ask you to do something else for me-find the joy in your life. You once said you're not everyone. Well, that's true-you're certainly not everyone, but everyone is everyone. My pastor always says our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life, Edward. My dear friend, close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
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Edward Cole: Good afternoon. My name is Edward Cole. I don't know what most people say at these occasions because in all honesty, I've tried to avoid them. The simplest thing is I loved him and I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together, which is amazing when you think that only three months ago we were complete strangers. I hope that it doesn't sound selfish of me, but the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life, and he knew it before I did. I'm deeply proud that this man found it worth his while to know me. In the end, I think it's safe to say that we brought some joy to one another's lives, so one day, when I go to some final resting place, if I happen to wake up next to a certain wall with a gate, I hope that Carter's there to vouch for me and show me the ropes on the other side.
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Carter Chambers: Edward Perryman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open, and I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place because he was buried on the mountain, and that was against the law.
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Edward Cole: Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world.
Carter Chambers: How are you going to do that?
Edward Cole: Volume!
[from trailer]
Edward Cole: We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.
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[from trailer]
Edward Cole: Do you hate me?
Carter Chambers: Not yet.
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Carter Chambers: What are you so afraid of?
Edward Cole: Just because I told you my story, does not invite you to be a part of it!
Carter Chambers: Oh, like the lady in the bar?
Edward Cole: That's different.
Carter Chambers: Tell me how it's different.
Edward Cole: I build a billion dollar business up from NOTHING! Presidents have asked my advice, I have dined with royalty, and i'm supposed to make out like what? This trip was supposed to MEAN something to me? Like it was gonna change ME? How did you see it playing out Carter, I knock on the door, she answers, she's surprised and angry, but I tell her how much I love her and miss her, and OH, by the way, I'm gonna be dead soon so I'm reaching out to you because I don't wanna die alone?
Carter Chambers: Everyone's afraid to die alone.
Edward Cole: I'm not everyone! This was supposed to be fun. That's all it ever was.
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Thomas: I'm proud of you.
Edward Cole: Nobody cares what you think.
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Edward Cole: I want my own room.
Thomas: You run hospitals, not health spas. Two beds to a room, no exceptions.
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Thomas: What are you doing here?
Carter Chambers: Fighting for my life. You?
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Edward Cole: The sequel was like that. She never backed me up on anything.
Carter Chambers: The sequel?
Edward Cole: The second Mrs Edward Cole.
[Carter rolls his eyes]
Edward Cole: Hell, that woman hated me.
Kyle the parachutist: Maybe because you called her the sequel.
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Dr. Hollins: How are you doing?
Edward Cole: Dumb question.
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[from trailer]
Carter Chambers: I hate your rotten guts!
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Edward Cole: Here's something to remember when you're older Thomas - never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart.
Thomas: I'll remember that when I start "decrepitating" sir.
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Carter Chambers: Forty-five years goes by pretty fast.
Edward Cole: Like smoke through a keyhole.
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Carter Chambers: Even now I cannot understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this. I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open. And I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place, because he was buried on the mountain. And that was against the law.
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Edward Cole: The simplest thing is... I loved him. And I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together. Which is amazing... When you think that only three months ago, we were complete strangers! I hope that it doesn't sound selfish of me but... the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life... And he knew it before I did.
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Edward Cole: You're shitting me.
Carter Chambers: No, the cats beat me to it!
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[Carter hands Edward an article about Kopi Luwak, Edward's favorite coffee.]
Carter Chambers: Read it.
Edward Cole: [reading] Kopi Luwak is the world's most expensive coffee. Though for some, it falls under the category of "too good to be true." In the Sumatran village, where the beans are grown, lives a breed of wild tree cat. These cats eat the beans, digest them and then... defecate.
[pauses]
Edward Cole: The villagers then collect and process the stools. It is the combination of the beans and the gastric juices of the tree cat that give Kopi Luwac...
[Carter starts laughing]
Edward Cole: ... its unique flavor... and aroma. You're shitting me!
Carter Chambers: [laughing] Cats beat me to it!
[Carter and Edward both laugh hysterically.]
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Edward Cole: You want some too? I'll have Thomas fix you a plate.
Carter Chambers: No thanks.
Edward Cole: You sure? Best in L.A.
[later, throwing up]
Carter Chambers: It ain't the best in L.A. no more.
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Edward Cole: I envy people who have faith, I just can't get my head around it.
Carter Chambers: Maybe because your head's in the way.
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Edward Cole: [Carter's obsessing over a car] You gonna drive it or buy it a dress?
Carter Chambers: Just getting to know each other.
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Edward Cole: [Spoiler]
[about his daughter and her husband]
Edward Cole: The first time he hit her, she came to me. Wouldn't let me take care of it, said it was her fault, he'd had a rough day and too much to drink. The next time he hit her, she didn't come to me. The ex told me about it. So I wanted to be a good father, so I took care of it. I called a guy who called a guy who called his friends, they didn't kill him, what they did, I don't know, but he never bothered her again, and then she said I was dead to her.
[/Spoiler]
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Edward Cole: Somewhere, some lucky guy's having a heart attack.
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Carter Chambers: Is it Tommy or Thomas?
Thomas: It's Matthew, actually. He thought that was too biblical...
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Edward Cole: What does a snail have to do to reincarnate? Leave the perfect trail of slime?
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Carter Chambers: Edward, I've had baths that were deeper than you.
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Carter Chambers: [in his letter to Edward] Dear Edward, I've gone back and forth the last few days trying to decide whether or not I should even write this. In the end, I realized I would regret it if I didn't, so here it goes. I know the last time we saw each other, we weren't exactly hitting the sweetest notes-certain wasn't the way I wanted the trip to end. I suppose I'm responsible and for that, I'm sorry. But in all honestly, if I had the chance, I'd do it again. Virginia said I left a stranger and came back a husband; I owe that to you. There's no way I can repay you for all you've done for me, so rather than try, I'm just going to ask you to do something else for me-find the joy in your life. You once said you're not everyone. Well, that's true-you're certainly not everyone, but everyone is everyone. My pastor always says our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life, Edward. My dear friend, close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
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Edward Cole: Good afternoon. My name is Edward Cole. I don't know what most people say at these occasions because in all honesty, I've tried to avoid them. The simplest thing is I loved him and I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together, which is amazing when you think that only three months ago we were complete strangers. I hope that it doesn't sound selfish of me, but the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life, and he knew it before I did. I'm deeply proud that this man found it worth his while to know me. In the end, I think it's safe to say that we brought some joy to one another's lives, so one day, when I go to some final resting place, if I happen to wake up next to a certain wall with a gate, I hope that Carter's there to vouch for me and show me the ropes on the other side.
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Carter Chambers: Edward Perryman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open, and I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place because he was buried on the mountain, and that was against the law.
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Edward Cole: Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world.
Carter Chambers: How are you going to do that?
Edward Cole: Volume!
31.3.09
0
Naivete in art is like zero in a number; its importance depends on the figure united with .
The word of "naivete" is from western culture and its meaning is simple or pure.
Reaching for the Stars' may sound a little naive, but it is a thought in which I passionately believe； and maybe the world could use a little more naivete of that kind.
The word of "naivete" is from western culture and its meaning is simple or pure.
Reaching for the Stars' may sound a little naive, but it is a thought in which I passionately believe； and maybe the world could use a little more naivete of that kind.
Anniversary
I woke early this morning.
Today is the I first met him anniversary .
8 years has passed away since we met.I could get as far away from Tianjin as possible.
Then I met him, the boy in university .
Well, that did happen.
Together, I knew we were going places.
He and I had found our way out.
Friend
Proverbs Cancerning Friend and Friendship
Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another;people are friends in spots.
Friendship is like a plant of slow growth.
A man knows his companion in a long journey and a little inn.
It is well that there is no one without a fault,for he would not have a friend in the world .
It is only the greathearted who can be true friends;the mean and the cowardly can never know what true friendship is.
Most men's friendships are too inarticulate.
No man can be happy without a friend,nor be sure of his friend till he is unhappy.
Nothing makes the earth seem to spacious as to have friends at a distance;they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Of our mixed life two quests are given control: food for the body,friendship for the soul.
Old friends and old wine are best.
The best that we find in our travel is an honest friend.He is a fortunate voyager who finds many.
The more we love our friends,the less we flatter them.
The true friendship seeks to give,not take;to help,not to be helped;to minister,not to be ministered unto.
To prepare a friend,three things are required : to honour him present,praise him absent,and assist him in his necessarities.
Choose thy friends like thy books,few but choice.
My friend is not perfect---nor am I ---and so we suit each other admirably.
The friendship of a gentleman is insipid as water.
Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another;people are friends in spots.
Friendship is like a plant of slow growth.
A man knows his companion in a long journey and a little inn.
It is well that there is no one without a fault,for he would not have a friend in the world .
It is only the greathearted who can be true friends;the mean and the cowardly can never know what true friendship is.
Most men's friendships are too inarticulate.
No man can be happy without a friend,nor be sure of his friend till he is unhappy.
Nothing makes the earth seem to spacious as to have friends at a distance;they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Of our mixed life two quests are given control: food for the body,friendship for the soul.
Old friends and old wine are best.
The best that we find in our travel is an honest friend.He is a fortunate voyager who finds many.
The more we love our friends,the less we flatter them.
The true friendship seeks to give,not take;to help,not to be helped;to minister,not to be ministered unto.
To prepare a friend,three things are required : to honour him present,praise him absent,and assist him in his necessarities.
Choose thy friends like thy books,few but choice.
My friend is not perfect---nor am I ---and so we suit each other admirably.
The friendship of a gentleman is insipid as water.
30.3.09
Nothing can abash him.
If I had not known before that you were trying somehow to abash me I should know it now.
The entire metropolitan center possessed a high and mighty air calculated to overawe and abash the common applicant.
They laughed at order and at law, but the frown of power dejected, and the eye of wisdom abashed them.
The entire metropolitan center possessed a high and mighty air calculated to overawe and abash the common applicant.
They laughed at order and at law, but the frown of power dejected, and the eye of wisdom abashed them.
Brideshead Revisited
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name, Charles Ryder. For the rest, my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be. On second thoughts, one emotion remains my own, alone among the borrowed and the second-hand, as pure as that faith from which I am still in flight.
28.3.09
A man who use bad language will only abase himself.
Insomnolence
A troubled night of insomnolence. I'm sorry I was cross on last night.
27.3.09
Marley & Me 2008
Simple joy of walking side by side with your buddy out in the fresh air.
Spending some quiet time just you and your very best friend.
Is that good luck? Is that bad luck?
I think-- I think it's good luck.
How did I get you?
Honestly. How did I-- How did I get that lucky?
*Around the block just one more time*
*We're rockin' the suburbs*
*We part the shades and face some facts*
*They got better looking fescue*
I'm just trying to remember us from before.
You mean those, younger-
Yeah. Sexier, better-looking people?
Yeah. I remember them. I remember them vaguely.
I miss them.
Mmm. They're here.
They're here. They're just really tired.
Nobody tells you how much you have to give up.
I feel like they do tell you, but you don't listen 'or you think, "Ah, they're just miserable."
I've given up so much of what made me who I am.
But I can't say that because--
I'm a very bad person if I say that.
But I feel it. I really do.
I feel it sometimes. I just-- I just want you to know that.
I do know that. And you can say it. I say it.
But I did make a choice.
I made a choice, and even if it's harder than I thought...
I don't regret it.
I am very sure.
''Cause it kinda has like a "there's no place like home" feeling to it.
I just think these things are gonna happen and we're gonna get through them.
And we'll just do it together. Together.
Getting rid of Marley is not gonna fix anything. No.
And getting rid of you isn't gonna fix anything either.
*Happiness more or less*
*It's just a change in me Something in my liberty*
*Oh, my, my*
*Happiness, coming and going*
*I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing*
*I know just where I am*
*Well, I'm a lucky man*
*With fire in my hands*
What I'm trying to say is our life is here and I'm okay with that.
Our life is wherever we are. That's it.
*Walking down*
*By the river*
*Water running*
*Through my knees*
*Oh, mighty river*
*I would love to be like you*
Are you happy?
I mean, none of this was part of the plan.
No. No, it wasn't part of the plan.
But it's so much better.
I'm just sort of done making plans.
doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb.
Give 'em your heart and he'll give you his.
How many people can you say that about?
How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special?
How many people can make you feel... extraordinary?
Spending some quiet time just you and your very best friend.
Is that good luck? Is that bad luck?
I think-- I think it's good luck.
How did I get you?
Honestly. How did I-- How did I get that lucky?
You're part of the plan. My plan. Step one: Meet an incredibly sweet, smart, sexy man.Done. Step two?Marry you instead.And step three--It's easy.Be gentle. Move someplace warmer.
*Shiny, happy people laughing*
*Meet me in the crowd*
*People, people*
*Throw your love around*
*Love me, love me*
*Take it into town*
*Happy, happy*
*Put it in the ground*
*Where the flowers grow*
*Gold and silver shine*
*Shiny, happy people holding hands*
*Shiny, happy people*
What I do know is that I have a tendency to surprise myself.
*One love*
*Let's get together and*
*Feel all right*
*The children cryin'*
*Sayin' give thanks and praise*
*Feel all right*
*And feel all right*
*Let them all pass all their*
*Dirty remarks*
*There is one question*
*To save his own beliefs*
*One love*
*Around the block just one more time*
*We're rockin' the suburbs*
*We part the shades and face some facts*
*They got better looking fescue*
I'm just trying to remember us from before.
You mean those, younger-
Yeah. Sexier, better-looking people?
Yeah. I remember them. I remember them vaguely.
I miss them.
Mmm. They're here.
They're here. They're just really tired.
Nobody tells you how much you have to give up.
I feel like they do tell you, but you don't listen 'or you think, "Ah, they're just miserable."
I've given up so much of what made me who I am.
But I can't say that because--
I'm a very bad person if I say that.
But I feel it. I really do.
I feel it sometimes. I just-- I just want you to know that.
I do know that. And you can say it. I say it.
But I did make a choice.
I made a choice, and even if it's harder than I thought...
I don't regret it.
I am very sure.
''Cause it kinda has like a "there's no place like home" feeling to it.
I just think these things are gonna happen and we're gonna get through them.
And we'll just do it together. Together.
Getting rid of Marley is not gonna fix anything. No.
And getting rid of you isn't gonna fix anything either.
*Happiness more or less*
*It's just a change in me Something in my liberty*
*Oh, my, my*
*Happiness, coming and going*
*I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing*
*I know just where I am*
*Well, I'm a lucky man*
*With fire in my hands*
What I'm trying to say is our life is here and I'm okay with that.
Our life is wherever we are. That's it.
*Walking down*
*By the river*
*Water running*
*Through my knees*
*Oh, mighty river*
*I would love to be like you*
Are you happy?
I mean, none of this was part of the plan.
No. No, it wasn't part of the plan.
But it's so much better.
I'm just sort of done making plans.
doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb.
Give 'em your heart and he'll give you his.
How many people can you say that about?
How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special?
How many people can make you feel... extraordinary?
Today I am feeling A1.
Do not abandon yourself to despair.
Hope never abandons you , you abandon it.
Don't abandon one's beliefs or allegiances.
We should not abandon ourselves to pleasures.
Abandon harsh words, and speak pleasantly instead.
Hope never abandons you , you abandon it.
Don't abandon one's beliefs or allegiances.
We should not abandon ourselves to pleasures.
Abandon harsh words, and speak pleasantly instead.
Siamese Banana
We'll split it 50/50.
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