Welcome to my daydreams and reverie.
Sure. Sure. He’s okay. Aren’t you, Cat? Poor old Cat. Poor slob. Poor slob without a name. I don’t have the right to give him one. We don’t belong to each other. We just took up one day. I don’t want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I’m not sure where that is, but I know what it’s like. It’s like Tiffany’s.
--Breakfast at Tiffany’s - Holly
My wife’s ben dead two years, Will. And when I think about her, those are the things I think about most. Little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. Those made her my wife. And she had the goods on me too. Little things I do out of habit. People call these things imperfections Will. It’s just who we are. And we get to chose who we’re going to let into out weird little worlds. You’re not perfect. And let me save you the suspense, this girl you met isn’t either. The question is, whether or not you’re perfect for each other. You can know everything in the world, but the only way you’re findin’ that one out is by giving it a shot.
--Sean - Good Will Hunting
I don’t play accurately—any one can play accurately—but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.
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Algernon
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable. … What was worse, we asked among ourselves, to sit and wait for our own deaths with proper somber faces? Or to choose our own happiness?
--The Joy Luck Club - Amy Tan
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
--Maya Angelou (via thepianomotif)
When you feel you’re getting a bad fortune, think about the countless times you have received a good fortune.
I always believe in first impressions and his good opinion once lost, is lost forever.
--Elizabeth Bennet - Pride and Prejudice (1995)
I deserve neither such praise nor such censure. I am not a great reader and take pleasure in many things.
--Elizabeth Bennet - Pride and Prejudice, BBC (1995)
The sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this inability to sit down and do anything. This feeling that everything around the house is dull and insipid, when it never was before. It can only mean one thing. I must be in love!
--Emma Woodhouse- Emma (2009)
I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, without some strangers putting words in their mouths. The truth. A card is a nice thought but it shouldn’t do the dirty work for you. You love someone, tell them yourself, in your own words. Maybe it’s not love at all. Maybe there’s no such thing as love. Maybe it’s… “galoogoo.”
(beat)
Yeah I made it up, so what?!
--Tom, 500 Days of Summer
I am easily immersed in my own world and has a high self-amusing capacity. I love random walks, getting lost or taking the wrong bus just to see things yet to be discovered. I’ve been living in this tiny little red dot for 7 years and yet always find things around me to be utterly interesting. Well, maybe what’s bigger out there kinda scares me that way, too many things to be appreciated can be quite overwhelming somehow. I’m living a life of simple pleasures, of literature worth re-reading, of luscious dark chocolates, of quivering major seventh chord, of deep alarm-less sleep, of fresh quirkiness and best, of unrestrained shared laughs. But, despite the simplicity I might present, I’m just as complex and paradoxical as any human being out there. This blog is an insight of my life, pure honesty, for I don’t write what I don’t feel deep down. Here comes the gate of my reverie.)
