The so-called "I love you" means that I put the sword that can hurt me into your hands

Karelle 2022-04-24 07:01:18

The so-called "I love you" means that I put the sword that can hurt me into your hands. You can hide it, and of course you can stab me with it.

Karin is the "loser" in love. She is afraid of the hands outstretched by others and dares not hand over herself. She knows that the disappointment after handing over herself is not good.

Maria is the "winner" in love, which is the "high emotional intelligence" advocated by modern people. Habitual coquettish flirting, provoking the trust and love of others, is actually the most indifferent.

Agnes' diary represents a sincere heart. The people who love me the most in the world are with me. Those few minutes seem to have experienced a lifetime.

And Anna, the Virgin, does not belong to the scope of human discussion.

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Extended Reading
  • Katherine 2022-03-20 09:02:24

    The fear I felt every time I re-watched it deepened. Bergman's analysis is almost cruel, but the final "perfect" retrospective is even more chilling, especially when he realizes that the only selfless maid, Anna, is just a fragment of the same three sisters. Of course, who can say that this is not his tolerance of human nature. Cries turned into whispers and whispers into cries. Nobody hears, but we get by.

  • Doris 2022-03-28 09:01:08

    Only under the absolute pain and despair, will the once vaguely precious comfort and beauty be awakened. Anna is like a Virgin. Women's meticulous and elusive, to put it bluntly, are actually self-inflicted hypocrisy and twisting. The big red is so beautiful~

Cries & Whispers quotes

  • Anna: [reading Agnes' journal entry] "Wednesday, the third of September. A chill in the air tells of autumn's approach, but the days are still lovely and mild. My sisters, Karin and Maria, have come to see me. It's wonderful to be together again like in the old days. I'm feeling much better. We were even able to take a stroll together. It was a wonderful experience, especially for me, since I haven't been outdoors for so long. We suddenly began to laugh and run toward the old swing that we hadn't used since we were children. We sat in it like three good little sisters and Anna pushed us, slowly and gently. All my aches and pains were gone. The people I'm most fond of in all the world were with me. I could hear them chatting around me. I could feel the presence of their bodies, the warmth of their hands. I wanted to cling to that moment, and I thought, "Come what may, this is happiness. I cannot wish for anything better. Now, for a few minutes, I can experience perfection and I feel profoundly grateful to my life, which gives me so much."

  • David: Come here, Marie. Come. Look in the mirror. You're beautiful. Perhaps even more than when we were together. But you've changed and I want you to see how. Now your eyes cast quick, calculating, side glances. You used to look ahead straightforwardly, openly, without disguise. Your mouth has a slightly hungry, dissatisfied expression. It used to be so soft. Your complexion is pale now. You wear makeup. Your fine, wide brow has four lines above each eye now. You can't see them in this light, but you can in the bright of day. You know what caused those lines?

    Maria: No.

    David: Indifference. And this fine contour from your ear to your chin is no longer so finely drawn - the result of too much comfort and laziness. And there, by the bridge of your nose. Why do you sneer so often? You see that? You sneer too often. You see it? And look under your eyes. The sharp, scarcely noticeable wrinkles from your boredom and impatience.

    Maria: Can you really see all that there?

    David: No, but I feel it when you kiss me.

    Maria: I think you're joking with me. I know where you see it.

    David: Where?

    Maria: In yourself. Because you and I are so alike.

    David: You mean in our selfishness, coldness and indifference?