Anna Scott: It feels like how being in love should be. Floating through a dark blue sky. William: With a goat playing the violin? Anna Scott: Yes - happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.
"It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open, and I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place because he was buried on the mountain, and that was against the law."
"What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket, some nice threads, fancy car at my disposal, and I'm single. Yeah... unattached, free as a bird... I don't depend on nobody and nobody depends on me... My life's my own. But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. So... what's the answer? That's what I keep asking myself. What's it all about? You know what I mean?"
And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40 [They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— [They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"] Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
Charlie Bellow On the reasons to stop seeing her side we have: One, on going physical danger. Two, high likely-hood of a broken heart. Three, uh career sabotage. Four, she is clinically insane. Five, she seems to enjoy my pain. Six, fourteen piece matched set of Louis Vuitton emotional baggage. Seven, I haven't even kissed her yet, for God's sakes. Uh eight, she's ruining my life. Leo: And the reasons to keep seeing her? Charlie Bellow: I'm in love with her.
"My name is Charlie Bartlett. If there's one thing I want you guys to walk away with tonight... it's that you guys don't need me. I really mean it. You think I'm any less screwed up than you are? I get up every morning, and I look in the mirror, and I try and figure out just where I fit in. And I draw a complete blank. You guys are looking to me to tell you what to do? You need to stop listening to me. Stop listening to people telling you who you should be! And stop listening to the people who are telling you you're not good enough to do the things that you want to do. You guys have all the answers."
" People are dying, Wendy! Right inside that beautiful building right now, it's a fucking horror show! And all this wellness propaganda and the landscaping, it's just there to obscure the miserable fact that people die! And death is gaseous and gruesome and it's filled with shit and piss and rotten stink! "
Childhood memories seem to fade as the years go by. The older we get, the more we worry about monetary security, issues on vanity, uncertainty, and companionship... When did it become all about getting to the top? having the fancy cars and clothes just to show off how successful we are? going to parties that don't have any real substance, but are used as gauges of social status and popularity..
and these days I wish I was 6 again...
Sometimes kids act more "mature" than grown ups because kids tend to lead "simpler" lives.
swings of Rean park
So, as the years go by and the burdens of growing older become more complicated remember to stay youthful and smile more.. like children playing in a park