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My dear actor, 박시후 is the Best! Congratulations for this golden come back! ♥
Gone With The Wind (1939) dir. by Victor Fleming
I have lived only inwardly,—or with sorrow, for a strong emotion.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from a letter to Robert Browning written c. March 1845
…but her eyes were constantly overflowing.
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by John Linton, from a journal enrty featured in “The Journal of my Other Self,”
I am sometimes astonished to find how ready I am to relinquish all expectation for reality, even when the reality is bad. My God, if any of it could be shared! But would it exist then, would it exist? No, it is possible only at the price of aloneness.
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by John Linton, from a journal enrty featured in “The Journal of my Other Self,”
Your heart drives you out of yourself, your heart pursues you, and you are almost frantic, and you cannot get back inside yourself again.
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by John Linton, from a journal enrty featured in “The Journal of my Other Self,”
© antalo
Gone With The Wind (1939)
- “I am like a person walking through a mirror broken in two.”
untitled by devantelle on Flickr.
Work of the eyes is done, / begin heart-work now / on those images in you, those captive ones; / for you conquered them: but you still don’t know them.
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Edward Snow, from The Book of Images: Poems; “Turning,”