El Rincón de Calíope

Las palabras conjugándose en los diálogos y momentos más brillantes de la literatura, la música, el cine y la televisión

[elrincondecaliope]

LOLA: Manni?

MANNI: *hmm?*

LOLA: Do you love me?

MANNI: Sure, I do

LOLA: How can you be so sure?

MANNI: I don’t know. I just am.

LOLA: I could be some other girl.

MANNI: *uh uh*

LOLA: Why not?

MANNI: Because you’re the best.

LOLA: The best what?

MANNI: The best girl.

LOLA: Of all the girls in the world?

MANNI: Sure.

LOLA: How do you know?

MANNI: I just do.

LOLA: You think so.

MANNI: Ok, I think so.

LOLA: You see?

MANNI: What?

LOLA: You aren’t sure.

MANNI: Are you nuts or what?

LOLA: What if you never met me?

MANNI: What do you mean?

LOLA: You’d be telling the same thing to someone else.

MANNI: Okay, if you don’t want to hear it.

LOLA: I don’t want to hear anything. I want to know how you feel.

MANNI: Okay, my feelings say… that you’re the best.

LOLA: Who is “your feelings” anyway?

MANNI: Its me. *pause* My heart.

LOLA: Your heart says, “Hi, Manni. She’s the one.”

MANNI: Exactly.

LOLA: And you say… “Thanks for the information. See you around.”

MANNI: Exactly.

LOLA: And you do whatever your heart says?

MANNI: Well, it really doesn’t “say” anything. I don’t know. It just feels.

LOLA: So what does it feel now?

MANNI: That someone’s asking rather stupid questions.

LOLA: Man, you aren’t taking me seriously.

MANNI: Lola, what’s wrong? You want to leave me?

LOLA: I don’t know. *Pause* I think I have to make a decision.

*Both look up at red camera and fades back to Lola laying on the ground*

LOLA: But I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave.

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MANNI: Lola.

LOLA: *hmm?*

MANNI: What would you do if I died?

LOLA: I wouldn’t let you die.

MANNI: Yeah, well… what if I were fatally ill?

LOLA: I’d find a way.

MANNI: What if I were in a coma, and the doc said, “One more day”?

LOLA: I’d throw you into the ocean — shock therapy.

MANNI: What if I were dead anyway?

LOLA: What do you want to hear?

MANNI: Come on. Tell me.

LOLA: I’d go to the Isle of Rugen and cast your ashes to the wind.

MANNI: And then?

LOLA: I don’t know. It’s a stupid question.

MANNI: I know what you’d do. You’d forget me.

LOLA: No!

MANNI: Sure you would. What else could you do? Sure, you’d mourn for a few weeks. Not a bad idea. And everybody’s real compassionate… and everything’s so incredibly sad and everyone feels sorry for you. You can show everyone how strong you are. “What a great woman,” they’ll say. “She really pulls herself together instead of crying all day.” And all at once this really nice guy with green eyes shows up. And he’s super sensitive, listens to you all day. And you can talk his ear off. And you can tell him how tough things are for you… and that you have to look after yourself and don’t know what’s gonna happen… and blah, blah, blah. Then you’d hop onto his lap and cross me off your list. That’s how it goes.

LOLA: Manni.

MANNI: What?

LOLA: You haven’t died yet.

*Lola keeps looking at him while he stares at red camera and fades back to him being held by Lola*

MANNI: No?

― Lola rennt, directed by Tom Tykwer. Writers: Tom Tykwer

[elrincondecaliope]

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. ― “Sonnets from the Portuguese”, Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

[elrincondecaliope]

You are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him unashamed and sacrificial he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn't you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do, love split his head open? you can't make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.

― “For women who are 'difficult' to love”, by Warsan Shire.

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Ana: Voy a quedarme aquí todo el tiempo que haga falta. Estoy esperando la casualidad de mi vida, la más grande, y eso que las he tenido de muchas clases. Sí, podría contar mi vida uniendo casualidades. La primera y la más importante fue la peor.

― Los amantes del Círculo Polar, directed by Julio Medem. Writers: Julio Medem.

[elrincondecaliope]

«Vivimos en una época donde triunfan productos como el café sin cafeína, la cerveza sin alcohol, la mantequilla sin grasa. Es como si la realidad se hubiera desnaturalizado. Nuestra sociedad se ha vuelto «políticamente correcta». Hoy en día hay un exceso de «buena onda»; tenemos que decir las cosas «con tacto», tener un tono conciliador para que así nadie se ofenda. La cuestión es no ensuciarse, no ser desagradables. Mantenernos tan puros y educados como sea posible. Lo único que puede sacarnos de este estado, piensa Zizek, es el amor. Porque el amor es una de las pocas cosas que nos puede sacudir y hacernos volver a la realidad. Todos sabemos que hay cosas que no debemos decir, sentimientos que no queremos herir; pero no podemos actuar siempre como si fuéramos almas puras. Amar es aceptar la imperfección del otro, y si hay que decirle a la pareja, o al hermano o al padre o a la madre, a un amigo, lo que se piensa y aunque esto le pueda molestar, hay que decírselo; porque esto te conecta con la realidad.

La realidad está llena de verdades incómodas, de contradicciones, e incluso de mala fe. Entre padres e hijos, entre amigos, parejas y matrimonios… puede haber crueldad».

― Merlí, directed by Eduard Cortés. Writer: Héctor Lozano (creator).

[elrincondecaliope]

Brian: As little as you want to write when you're happy, that's now much you have to write when you're miserable. Your passions need to go somewhere, and this is the only place left. Your suffering has to be good for something. It's not for me to say if the words were worth the price.

Brian: [in his book] Thousands of years ago, somebody came up with the idea of impermanence of the beauty and inevitability of change. I'm pretty sure they had just been dumped.

Brian: I had a long time to consider the value of memory, and the idea that just because something doesn't last forever doesn't mean its worth is diminished. Maybe it was just a rationalization - easier on the soul than mourning what might have been - the life unlived. I honestly don't know, but I chose to believe in memory. I chose to believe in her. I chose to believe that the bond was never broken and that we carried each other in our hearts. As a secret singularity. She made me a writer. She made me a man.

― 5 to 7, directed by Victor Levin. Writers: Victor Levin. 

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Offred: Someone once said, ‘Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.’ We should've known better. I thought there were still secret places hidden in the cracks and crevices of this world. Places we could make beautiful, peaceful, quiet, safe or at least bearable.

― The Handmaid’s Tale, directed by Kari Skogland. Writers: Bruce Miller (created by), Margaret Atwood (novel).

[elrincondecaliope]

1. Making comparisons can spoil your happiness.

2. A lot of people think happiness means being richer or more important.

3. Many people only see happiness in their future.

4. Happiness could be the freedom to love more than one woman at the same time.

5. Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story.

6. Avoiding unhappiness is not the road to happiness.

7. Does this person bring you predominantly a. up b. down?

8. Happiness is answering your calling.

9. Happiness is being loved for who you are.

10. Sweet Potato Stew!

11. Fear is an impediment to happiness.

12. Happiness is feeling completely alive.

13. Happiness is knowing how to celebrate.

14. Listening is loving.

15. Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

― Hector and the Search for Happiness, directed by Peter Chelsom. Writers: Maria von Heland, Peter Chelsom and Tinker Lindsay (screenplay). François Lelord (novel).

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Ian: You ever feel like when you met someone, they fill this hole inside of you, and then when they're gone... you feel that space painfully vacant?_____________________________________________________________

Sofi: Do you know the story of the Phasianidae?

Ian: The... No, what's that?

Sofi: It's a bird that experiences all of time in one instant. And she sings the song of love and anger and fear and joy and sadness all at once. And this bird... when she meets the love of her life... is both happy and sad. Happy because she sees that for him it is the beginning, and sad because she knows it is already over.

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Priya Varma: You know a scientist once asked the Dalai Lama, "What would you do if something scientific disproved your religious beliefs?" And he said, after much thought, "I would look at all the papers. I'd take a look at all the research and really try to understand things. And in the end, if it was clear that the scientific evidence disproved my spiritual beliefs, I would change my beliefs."

Ian: That's a good answer.

Priya Varma: Ian... what would you do if something spiritual disproved your scientific beliefs?

― I Origins, directed by Mike Cahill. Writers: Mike Cahill

[elrincondecaliope]

WEDDING THOUGHTS: ALL I KNOW ABOUT LOVE by Neil Gaiman

This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing.

This is everything I've learned about marriage: nothing

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Only that the world out there is complicated, and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain, and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes, is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze, and not to be alone.

It's not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it's what they mean. Somebody's got your back. Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn't want to rescue you or send for the army to rescue them.

It's not two broken halves becoming one. It's the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home because home is wherever you are both together.

So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing, like a book without pages or a forest without trees.

Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them.Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials.Because nobody else's love, nobody else's marriage, is like yours, and it's a road you can only learn by walking it, a dance you cannot be taught, a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.

And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand, not knowing for certain if someone else is even there.And your hands will meet, and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again.And that's all I know about love.

Original post: http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2017/10/wedding-thoughts-all-i-know-about-love.html

[elrincondecaliope]

I've yet to discover the sound that heart makes when it breaks Does it yell out loud when it's angry? Does it weep when it's sad? And when it's lost, does it call for help? Would anybody be able to hear it? How do you find a forgotten heart? Tucked away in some abandoned place And giving it another chance of feeling again Sometimes an old heart just needs a new body And a lifeless body just needs a new heart Sometimes you just need a little bit of help from someone For a heart to do what it is meant to do again

[elrincondecaliope]

When I was younger I‘d go to the airport with my friends. We’d drive out till 2 am, 3 am in the morning and just hang out till sunrise watching planes fly in, then fly out. We’d just sit there and dreamt about how one day that’d gonna be us on those flights. We’d gonna be one of those people with places to go. Eventually this dream did come true for me, I flew away. I got exited and enthusiastic and passionate about everything that was foreign to me. But then, there'd be a time when I'd just be disenchanted with everything: work, relationships, life. Sometimes you just need a change of scenery or, you know, maybe you just need to go home. There'd be a time in your life where you'd feel nowhere else in the world can fix whatever problems you have except home.

[elrincondecaliope]

Sometimes you find yourself trying to let go of something But it's like you have been swimming in the ocean For a very very long time And you feel like you belong there You are one with the waves The warmth of the water And your body moves in sync with the ocean And you swim around just trying to stay afloat Then you get tired and you start to drown And you swim back to land When you get there you just feel so heavy Because you lost touch with gravity for so long And you collapse on the beach As you try to find balance again And then your feet finds gravity You stand up and you look at the horizon one last time And just know that no matter how beautiful the sea was And how good it made you feel it was never yours for you to keep And someday's you will miss it, you know And you feel yourself moving with the waves And you dream of diving in Then you realize your feet was meant for land And not cut out for the ocean Maybe you're meant to climb trees Or hike hills or just run really fast Letting go is not easy There is nothing quite like swimming in the ocean Just like how it's natural for your feet to find gravity It's natural for you to let go And find your true purpose in life again The sea is the sea And you are just you I have to let go But sometimes I find myself waking up at the beach again

[elrincondecaliope]

“Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.”

“Better never means better for everyone... It always means worse, for some.”

“A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.”

“You can't help what you feel but you can help how you behave.”

“I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.”

“What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, crisscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be.”

“I wait. I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must present is a made thing, not something born”

“Freedom, like everything else, is relative.”

“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Don't let the bastards grind you down.”

― The Handmaid's Tale, directed by Reed Morano. Writers: Margaret Atwood (novel).

[elrincondecaliope]

Veronika: What's 'Choose life'?

Renton: What?

Veronika: 'Choose life'. Simon says it sometimes. He says "Choose life, Veronika!"

Renton: 'Choose life'. 'Choose life' was a well meaning slogan from a 1980's anti-drug campaign and we used to add things to it, so I might say for example, choose... designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you've never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don't look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank 'til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who've had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it's better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you'd done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there'll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life.

― T2 Trainspotting, directed by Danny Boyle. Writers: John Hodge, Irvine Welsh (novels).

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LIZ GILBERT: I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is witheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore-- despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have 'that thing' even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is,you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess,unrecognizable even to your own eyes. So that's it. You have now reached infatuation's final destination-- the complete and merciless devaluation of self.

LIZ GILBERT: In the end, I've come to believe in something I call "The Physics of the Quest." A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.

― Eat Pray Love, directed by Ryan Murphy. Writer: Ryan Murphy and Jennifer Salt (screenplay), Elizabeth Gilbert (book).

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RACHEL: Dear Clyde, when I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But then I grew up, and I put away childish things. For it is better, if the will of God be so, that I suffer for well-doing. Rachel.

― Electrick Children, directed by Rebecca Thomas. Writer: Rebecca Thomas.