Memory

Marion: I wondered if a memory is something you have or something you've lost.

From Another Woman

The Purring

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Still

"I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet"


-from Acquainted with the Night
by Robert Frost

Pleasures

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

-Jane Austen (in Emma)

My Candle

My candle burns at both ends;
     It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes and oh, my friends -
     It gives a lovely light!

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Obedience

When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion.

-C.P. Snow

The truth

Col. Jessep: You can't handle the truth.


From A Few Good Men

Hiccups

..."That was the month when Purushottam the sadhu (whom I had never told about my inner life) finally despaired of his stationary existence and contracted the suicidal hiccups which assailed him for an entire year, frequently lifting him bodily several inches off the ground so that his water-balded head cracked alarmingly against the garden tap, and finally killed him,"...

-Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie

Failure and success

“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

- Michael Jordan

Poetry

John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

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Neil: So what are you going to do? Charlie?
Dalton: Damn it Neil, the name is Nuwanda.

from Dead Poets Society