– Dead Poets Society (1989)
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
Carl Vilhelm Holsøe, Sunlit Interior
You go your way
I’ll go your way too
Stillness and solitude, he thought to himself; silence and solitude…that’s the only element in which the mind is free now.
Silence and solitude, he repeated; silence and solitude. His eyes half closed themselves. He was tired; he was dazed; people talked; people talked. He would detach himself, generalise himself, imagine that he was lying in a great space on a blue plain with hills on the rim of the horizon.
"Hope: the following page. Do not close the book."
"I have turned all the pages of the book without finding hope."
"Perhaps hope is the book."
– Edmond Jabès, from Drawn Curtains
– Terrence Malick, The Tree of Life (2011)
There can be no doubt, I thought, pushing aside the newspaper, that our mean lives, unsightly as they are, put on splendour and have meaning only under the eyes of love.
Can we start it all over again this morning?
Hello to all friends on tumblr,
Over the past couple of months I’ve had many new experiences which have changed my life for the better. The time has come when I get to finally enjoy life rather than endure it.
Starting today, I’m going to update my blog again.