Quotations

Madie 2022-01-19 08:02:07

When the morning star misses the earth and stops turning, the ancient capital will float to the surface, just down. Everything will stand still at this time, including time.

Time is a child playing sandbags at the beach.

I really want to keep this moment so that it cannot fly away like a butterfly specimen.

I am just a woman in love.

They were all like this, they were caught by the police and sent back, and then slipped back.

The wandering birds screamed in a foreign land.
Lucky foreign land, I miss you.
Kofra, my little flower.
...
Giving an apple will rot.
Sending roses will wither.
Giving white grapes will be crushed.
I shed my tears...the

bad guys held guns and opened fire all night, rushing into the houses. The baby kept crying and the whole village was empty.

I want to kidnap you between two books.

Oh! Sailing. It's a pity you can't walk together.
Oh! Sailing. I'm so scared.
Oh! Sailing. The ocean is so vast.
Where are you going? Where are we going?
Even if there are dangerous peaks and mountains, police and soldiers, we have never flinched.
Now I face the endless ocean.
I saw my mother at night, sad, standing at the door.
It was Christmas Eve, the peaks were covered with snow and the bells were loud.
I wish to hear you talk about those ports-Marseille, Naples, and the vast world.
Oh! Sailing. Talk about this world.
Oh! Sailing. Say it.
Oh! Sailing. Oh!

Sailin ... You're not old, and you've been running around since you were a kid.

Why are things always unsatisfactory? Why must we be rancid, hovering between pain and desire?
Why have I been wandering all my life? Why do I feel at home when I have the rare opportunity to use my native language?
Why will my footsteps return to my home again when I can still find the lost or forgotten words in the silence?

We need new art forms, otherwise we would rather not want anything.

The last bright morning star at dawn heralds the coming of the scorching sun.
The fog and shadows dare not damage the cloudless sky.
A breeze blew happily, caressing the face under the sky, as if whispering to the depths of the soul.
Life is sweet...

When you occasionally think of this day, please remember, I stare at it with all my heart, I touch it eagerly, I am waiting for you here trembling. Give me this day!

"How long will it last tomorrow?"
"One day more than forever."

Everything is waiting, for truth.

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Extended Reading
  • Kale 2022-03-19 09:01:08

    Sending apples will rot, sending roses will wilt, sending white grapes will be crushed, and I will send my tears...

  • Gerry 2022-03-22 09:02:44

    [Angelopoulos "Balkan Trilogy", the third] Four and a half stars. It belongs to the relatively easy-to-understand works of Anzhe dimension. Bergman has "Wild Strawberry", Angel has "Eternal and One Day". Wandering poets and wandering children, black reality and white memories, present all kinds of helplessness in life. Meet the tomorrow that will never be seen, meet the tomorrow that will never be known. "—How long will it last tomorrow?—One more day than forever." At first glance, you may think that these An Zhe films have not made much progress in their techniques, but if you look closely, you can find that An Zhe's 360° + panning in the early stage has also been used. Combined with the viewpoint, the environment, and even its original level is perfectly integrated with the text. Favorite scene: ①The music starts again after the music is turned off, and the surreal audience’s subjective known turns into the reality of the objective unknown; ②The people on the fence at the border of the snow are full of people, staring at the hard-to-reach places like "Stork" ; ③It was only when he pulled away that he found the poet in the ruins, the protagonist slowly walked into the dreamlike scene, and finally walked to the ruins of life in person.

Eternity and a Day quotes

  • Alexandre: I once asked you "how long will tomorrow last?" and you answered me: Eternity and a day.

  • Alexandre: Why did I only felt at home... when I was able to speak my own language? My own language, when I could find the lost words... or bring the forgotten words out of silence. Why only then I could hear the echo of my own footsteps in the house?