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Saturday, 24 December 2011

They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever


Το πιο αγαπημένο μου βίντεο αυτές τις μέρες. το πολύ μικρό δωμάτιο όλο φωτογραφίες δείχνει όλες τις αναμνήσεις των παιδιών αλλά καμιά φορά ακόμα κι αν όλες είναι υπέροχες και σε κάνουν χαρούμενο όσο τίποτα άλλο τα πράματα τελειώνουν χωρίς να το θες και πρέπει να τα αφήσεις και να τα πετάξεις στο νερό.

Thursday, 22 December 2011

This ain't to heartache no you're in trouble, this ain't no heartache no it's real trouble

Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
Jonathan Safran Foer

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality, but what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Do you miss me baby when I fall asleep?

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Thursday, 15 December 2011

She ain't the sentimental type I keep my heart in my pocket and I hold it tight

It’s one of the things I like about getting up at this hour, before the rest of them. The coffee and the book, yeah, but I love hearing the house wake up, d’you know what I mean? The toilet flushing, them yapping at each other, their feet on the stairs. I love it.
Nick Hornby, Speaking with the Angel, Roddy Doyle - The Slave

Monday, 12 December 2011

And I remember saying to her I don't want to get much older

And that’s how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there… And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.
Michael Crichton

I wanna breeze and an open mind I wanna swim in the ocean wanna take my time for me

“When I was nine, I asked my Dad, ‘Can I have your movie camera? That old, wind-up 8-millimeter movie camera that’s in your drawer?’ And he goes, ‘Sure, take it.’ And I took it, and I started making movies with it, and I started being as creative as I could, and never once in my life did my parents ever say, ’ What you’re doing is a waste of time.’ Never….. I know there are kids out there that don’t have that support system. So, if you’re out there and you’re listening, listen to me: If you wanna be creative, get out there and do it. It’s not a waste of time.”
—MICHAEL GIACCHINO, upon receiving his Oscar for Best Original Score (Up).

Sunday, 11 December 2011

I've known you all my life, 
I was always wrong you all in white

The Vaccines at the O2 Academy Brixton 7/12/2011: Ήταν φοβεροί και πάρα πολύ κεφάτοι, θα ήθελα πάρα πολύ να τους γνωρίσω όλους και να κάνουμε παρέα. Άρχισαν με το 'blow it up' και έκλεισαν με το 'norgaard' και όλος ο κόσμος ήταν πάρα πολύ χαρούμενος, τραγουδούσαν και ήξεραν όλα τα λόγια. Έπαιξαν πολύ ωραία το 'all in white' που είναι το πρώτο τραγούδι τους που άκουσα και από τα αγαπημένα μου. Το μέρος ήταν και αυτό πολύ ωραίο, το ταβάνι ήταν σκούρο και ήταν σαν να βλέπεις τον ουρανό έξω.

for english

Friday, 9 December 2011

It takes an ocean not to break, it takes an ocean not to break company

All I know is this: nobody’s very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their whole life tearing everybody else down. One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of

Jesse: Oh, yeah. Yeah. I know what you mean about wishing somebody wasn't there though, It‘s just, usually, it‘s myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven't been. I've never had a kiss when I wasn't one of the kissers. You know, I've never, um, gone to the movies, when I wasn't there in the audience. I've never been out bowling, if I wasn't there, making some stupid joke.
Before Sunrise

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Can I wake you up, can I wake you up is it late enough?


Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
-Pablo Neruda

If they ask you to stand still, you should dance

What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that’s what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by. How do you know…I felt that by walking away I was abandoning [them], that I spent my entire life, day after day, abandoning people.
Peter Cameron, Someday this pain will be useful to you

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

See I've been breaking hearts for far too long, when I need the shelter I'll be knocking on your door

She used to like that about me. My enthusiasm. I was like a big kid, and she wasn’t slagging. She loved the way I listened to music. I leaned into it. I really listened. I never noticed, but she did. She said that she’d never really listened to music until she started to watch me listening, after we got married and moved into the house, and she saw how much I loved it. / Roddy Doyle, The Slave - Speaking With The Angel
Breaking Hearts

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again

Ξέρω πως κάποτε,
 σε κάποια κάμαρη, τα δάχτυλα μου
 θα ‘βρουν - ανοίγοντας το χείμαρο απαλών
 μαλλιών - τραγούδια
 που δεν έπαιξε το ράδιο ποτέ.

 Όλα θλιμμένα - εκεί -
 πικρά χαμογελώντας.
Charles Bukowski, Η αγάπη είναι ένας σκύλος απ’την κόλαση

I got two sets of headphones, I miss you like hell

Αλλά αυτός διέκοψε απότομα την ονειροπόληση μου επαναλαμβάνοντας τα ίδια μου τα λόγια: «Ναι, ‘εχετε δίκιο• δεν υπάρχει πιο γλυκιά απόλαυση απ’το να εκπλήττεις έναν άνθρωπο, δίνοντας του περισσότερα απ’όσα ελπίζει».
Charles Baudelaire, XXVIII. Ο ΚΑΛΠΙΚΟΣ ΠΑΡΑΣ

So put your warm little hands where I can see them

There’s a name for all this: most people call it real life, but actually it’s called the Department of Nothing. It’s not just one department, but loads of mini departments. Then there’s the Waiting Room of Nothing where you get told ‘not now, I’m busy’ or ‘you’re not old enough yet’ and all that. And then the Department Vacuum Cleaner comes and sucks up all the second halves of stories and games, so you can never find them again. / The Department of Nothing, Colin Firth
SPEAKING WITH THE ANGEL

Friday, 2 December 2011

All I know is this: nobody’s very big in the first place

He no sooner saw the woman than he saw the aftermath of her - his marriage proposal and her acceptance, the home they would set up together, the drawn rich silk curtains leaking purple light, the bed sheets billowing like clouds, the wisp of aromatic smoke winding from the chimney - only for every wrack of it - its lattice of crimson roof tiles, its gables and dormer windows, his happiness, his future - to come crashing down on him in the moment of her walking past.
Howard Jacobson, The Finkler Question

Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing

'You make me laugh but it's not funny' I'll laugh until my head comes off, here I'm allowed everything all of the time

Thursday, 1 December 2011

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had

People never explain to you exactly what they think and feel and how their thoughts and feelings work, do they? They don’t have time. Or the right words. But that’s what books do. It’s as though your daily life is a film in the cinema. It can be fun, looking at those pictures. But if you want to know what lies behind the flat screen you have to read a book. That explains it all.
A week in December, Sebastian Faulks