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Memory

2011-02-07T15:29:00.000+05:30

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

From Another Woman

The Purring

2009-12-08T16:25:00.000+05:30

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

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Still

2009-01-31T21:58:00.000+05:30

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


-from Acquainted with the Night
by Robert Frost

Pleasures

2008-04-28T15:44:00.000+05:30

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

-Jane Austen (in Emma)

My Candle

2008-04-15T23:17:00.003+05:30

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

2008-02-24T22:07:00.001+05:30

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

2007-10-01T02:05:00.000+05:30

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

From A Few Good Men

Hiccups

2007-08-14T23:20:00.000+05:30

..."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

2007-04-19T21:51:00.000+05:30

“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

2007-04-02T00:33:00.000+05:30

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

You did well in school?

2007-03-24T01:21:00.000+05:30

Costello: You do well in school?
Young Colin: Yeah
Costello: That's good. So did I. They call that a paradox.

From The Departed

Be many people

2007-03-22T22:57:00.000+05:30

"...and you, Marcus, you have given me many things; now I shall give you this good advice. Be many people. Give up the game of being always Marcus Cocoza. You have worried too much about Marcus Cocoza, so that you have been really his slave and prisoner. You have not done anything without first considering how it would affect Marcus Cocoza's happiness and prestige. You were always much afraid that Marcus might do a stupid thing, or be bored. What would it really have mattered ? All over the world people are doing stupid things..! I should like you to be easy, your heart to be light again. You must, from now, be more than one, be many people, as many as you can think of..."

- Karen Blixen ("The Dreamers")

Scarborough Fair

2007-03-17T12:02:00.000+05:30

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine

Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
And then she'll be a true love of mine

If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine

Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine

-An unknown author (probably medieval)
(Some of it was sung by Simon & Garfunkel in their Album "Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme")

About the Song Scarborough Fair

Eyes of a Child

2007-03-15T01:31:00.000+05:30

You've found the place to walk the path you've chosen
You'll never miss the world you've left behind
When life gives life, its happiness unbroken
When you give love, its love you'll find.

In the eyes of a child there is joy there is laughter
There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future
For the lessons of life there is no better teacher
Than the look in the eyes of a child.

-from Eyes of a Child (Ron bloom and Graham Russell (Air Supply))

Wind of Change

2007-03-11T23:35:00.000+05:30

The wind of change blows straight
into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring
the freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
what my guitar wants to say

- from Wind of Change (Scorpions)