Friday, 25 March 2011

When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything?

At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat would be empty.

Thursday, 17 March 2011

Take my hand knot your fingers through mine

You know about a person who deeply interests you more than you can be told. A look, a gesture, an act, which to everybody else is insignificant tells you more about that one than words can.
Henry David Thoreau

Friday, 11 March 2011

And then the past recedes and I won't be involved

Our bones are broken still our hearts are joined until

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free. The Shawshank Redemption

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts

Φαντάσου μας παιδιά να μένουμε κοντά, να είμαστε κολλητάρια και να παίζουμε δικά μας παιχνίδια από τότε! Να τρέχουμε με ποδήλατα να μου βάζεις τις γνωστές τρικλοποδιές και να γελάμε! Όλο να γελάμε..

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Sometimes they just get caught in the eye, you're pulling him through

Have you ever wondered what marks our time here? If one life can really make an impact on the world? Or if the choices we make matter? I believe they do. And I believe that one man can change many lives... for better or worse.

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

We should always know that we can do anything

A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.
A Single Man