One of the best scenes... makes me come back to this movie time and time again.
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
You'll never know love unless you surrender to it
I couldn't find a video for this scene but I really wanted to share it. This is from Fools Rush In. I actually just saw this movie for the first time tonight, I don't know why I've never watched it before. This scene between Isabel and her great grandmother very much spoke to me:
"-Nanita it was the right thing to do.
-It is not your faith that has betrayed you. It is your fear.
-I got lost... That's all. But now I make my own decisions.
-How selfish you are. To presume you know better than love.
-Nanita. He never would have left if he knew I was still pregnant. He wanted to go. I let him off the hook.
-No. You let yourself off the hook. You denied your heart and lied to the man you love. Why?
-...Because I had to. If I didn't leave him, he would have left me. I really don't think I could have handled that.
-Isa, You will never know love unless you surrender to it."
"-Nanita it was the right thing to do.
-It is not your faith that has betrayed you. It is your fear.
-I got lost... That's all. But now I make my own decisions.
-How selfish you are. To presume you know better than love.
-Nanita. He never would have left if he knew I was still pregnant. He wanted to go. I let him off the hook.
-No. You let yourself off the hook. You denied your heart and lied to the man you love. Why?
-...Because I had to. If I didn't leave him, he would have left me. I really don't think I could have handled that.
-Isa, You will never know love unless you surrender to it."
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
But There Is The Dream of Someone Else
Of course from the title you must have guessed that I happen to be watching one of the best classic-favorite movies...
"-Don't cry ShopGirl.
-I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."
*Sigh* Classic. That is all. No other purpose for this post. :)
Monday, December 6, 2010
All the Cool Kids Are Doing It
So I shall too. Make a Christmas Wish List that is. Although I think mine might be a tad predictable and boring... I'm one of those people that is completely happy with a few books, a scarf, and a gift card to Borders (for more books :) shocker....) But, if you haven't already guessed, I am quite the visual person. I must have my pictures! So here goes my photo wish list....
The most wonderful Josh Groban has a new album, just in time for Christmas
A few books I've been admiring from afar...
And some holiday inspired reading
The final addition to my most beloved Masterpiece Theater collection of favorite literature made into movies
I have wanted this movie for so long! One of my favorite old movies.
Love this slouchy hat by Pixiebell
It is purple and lovely (made by CozyHomeCrochet)
Also lovely and purple (notice a theme here?), a beautiful bolero by MagnolijaDRESS
A chunky scarf by KnitFrekkles
And finally, I have admired these yarn bangles by mysticfibers for some time. They are too much fun :)
What about you? What's on your wish list this year?
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
I just finished watching Bright Star, a movie about the poet John Keats and the love that inspired one of his most famous poems, his love with Fanny Brawne.
I've seen the movie before, it is one of my favorites, but, without spoiling too much of the ending, I will just say that it is a movie that always makes me cry. This makes me wonder or really want to ask, why do we watch movies that we know are going to make us sad? Or maybe I'm alone in this, but I do know that there are at least a few movies that I know the ending is going to be sad, and yet, I watch anyway. And I guess this could just as easily apply to books. Granted there are also several movies that I know end in a way I don't like, and that I refuse to see to the end. But, knowing how Bright Star ends, I still wanted to watch it anyway. And I count it among the story lines that are completely hopeless, and yet....
Perhaps I'm just digging for a profound answer or something psychological to explain away these actions, but truly, within myself, whether within movies or books, what causes me to walk down such a road? I think a lot of human nature can be observed in this, again, at least in my case. I find myself taking certain paths in life that I also feel I already know the ending and it is not what I would prefer. Is it hope? Hope for a different ending. Hope for a better ending. Hope for a change. Hope that maybe this time, John Keats will return to London in the Spring. Hope that love will conquer all.
Maybe Hope is what motivates the creative spirit that fails many more times than succeeds. Maybe Hope is what motivates the Romantic to open her heart again knowing the hurt has hit more times than healing can catch up or more times than wholeness or acceptance happens. Hope is what believes. Hope gives the heart reason to thrive.
Or, maybe the reason we walk into such an existing dilemma is that we find anything is worth the joy of that one moment- the moment when all is well, everything is as it should be. We hold that moment like a treasure buried away, locked inside, hidden within our hearts. These moments see us through the sad days, through the storms, and through the silences. Such moments are worth ten thousand heartaches, if that is the price that should be paid.
And maybe what is more, all of the pieces of moments make up the daily living of our lives. The sadness lets us know we are still human, that the others that surround us share in this experience also. They can feel the dripping rain making our bones heavy with drenching wet clothes sticking on our skin. Yet they too can feel the rays of warmth in a cloudless day, our eyes blinking to take in the brightness and the light, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. The cold drizzly rainy days are embraced all the more as they heighten the joy of shimmery clouds like organza flitting across a sunny day. We want to feel every muscle tense alongside these characters, hear hearts pounding in our ears and the small catch of breath, for then we too may better embrace our own heart's love, burning like the brightest star.
I've seen the movie before, it is one of my favorites, but, without spoiling too much of the ending, I will just say that it is a movie that always makes me cry. This makes me wonder or really want to ask, why do we watch movies that we know are going to make us sad? Or maybe I'm alone in this, but I do know that there are at least a few movies that I know the ending is going to be sad, and yet, I watch anyway. And I guess this could just as easily apply to books. Granted there are also several movies that I know end in a way I don't like, and that I refuse to see to the end. But, knowing how Bright Star ends, I still wanted to watch it anyway. And I count it among the story lines that are completely hopeless, and yet....
Perhaps I'm just digging for a profound answer or something psychological to explain away these actions, but truly, within myself, whether within movies or books, what causes me to walk down such a road? I think a lot of human nature can be observed in this, again, at least in my case. I find myself taking certain paths in life that I also feel I already know the ending and it is not what I would prefer. Is it hope? Hope for a different ending. Hope for a better ending. Hope for a change. Hope that maybe this time, John Keats will return to London in the Spring. Hope that love will conquer all.
And maybe what is more, all of the pieces of moments make up the daily living of our lives. The sadness lets us know we are still human, that the others that surround us share in this experience also. They can feel the dripping rain making our bones heavy with drenching wet clothes sticking on our skin. Yet they too can feel the rays of warmth in a cloudless day, our eyes blinking to take in the brightness and the light, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. The cold drizzly rainy days are embraced all the more as they heighten the joy of shimmery clouds like organza flitting across a sunny day. We want to feel every muscle tense alongside these characters, hear hearts pounding in our ears and the small catch of breath, for then we too may better embrace our own heart's love, burning like the brightest star.
"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death."
John Keats
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death."
John Keats
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