“Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis The Wise?
I thought not. It’s not a story the Jedi would tell you. It’s a Sith legend.
Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life… He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying.
The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful… the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did.
Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. Ironic. He could save others from death, but not himself.” - Sheev Palpatine or Darth Sidious.
I love that you get cold when it’s seventy one degrees out,
I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich,
I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts,
I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.
And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Years Eve.
I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible.
I don’t know if Charle’s silence here today is right or wrong; I’m not a judge or jury. But I can tell you this : he won’t sell anybody out to buy his future!
get busy living or get busy dying.
These walls are kind of funny like that. First you hate them, and then you get used to them. Enough time passed, get so you depend on them. That’s institutionalized.
Remember, hope is good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.
Here’s where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don’t forget. Forget that there are palace in the world that aren’t made out of stone. there’s something inside, that’s yours, that they can’t touch
Sean : You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about.
Sean : So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written.
Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right?
But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that.
If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.
I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer.
And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.
And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.
You’re an orphan right? You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you?
Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
Don’t think you are, know you are.
no one can see beyond a choice they do not understand.
The choice is an illusion used to separate those with power and those with less power.
Should we conquer ourselves or our environment to gain more control?
Why shouldn’t l be merciful? Why?
No, no, no You should, you should be merciful when there is time to be merciful.But you must maintain your own standard
The penalty you deserve for your transgressions. they deserve for their transgressions
Does every human being need to be accountable for their actions? Of course they do. But you don’t even give them that chance. And that is extremely arrogant. l love you, l love you to death. But you are the most arrogant person l have ever met. And you call me arrogant!
I’ll tell you a secret
Something they don’t teach you in your temple
The Gods envy us
They envy us because we’re mortal
because any moment might be our last
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed
You will never be lovelier than you are now
We will never be here again
Let me tell you what’s gonna happen.This way you can prepare yourself.Soon there’s gonna be a knock on that door and you will be called outside. In the hall there will be a man who outranks you.
First,he’ll compliment you on the fine job you’ve done, that you’re making the world a safer place,that you’re to receive a commendation and a promotion.And then he’s going to tell you that I am to be released.
You’re going to protest.You’ll probably threaten to resign.But in the end I will be released.The reason I’ll be released is the same reason you think I’ll be convicted.
I do rub shoulders with some of the most vile,sadistic men calling themselves leaders today.But some of those men are the enemies of your enemies.
And while the biggest arms dealer in the world is your boss, the President of the United States, who ships more merchandise in a day than I do in a year,sometimes it’s embarrassing to have his fingerprints on the guns.
Sometimes he needs a freelancer like me to supply forces he can’t be seen supplying. So , you call me evil. But unfortunately for you,I’m a necessary evil.
The story can resume.
the one i had been planning on that evening walk.
I can become again the man who once crossed the Surrey park at dusk in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life.
the man who, with the clarity of passion , made love to you in the library.
the story can resume . i will return ,find you ,love you ,marry you .And live without shame .
remember, if you don’t know which door to open, always account for variable change. Now, see, most people wouldn’t take the switch out of paranoia, fear, emotions
Renouncing all possible lives for one only
The reason i forgive you is because you are not perfect.
You are imperfect,and so am i.
All humans are imperfect,even the man outside my apartment who litters.
When i was young,i wanted to be anybody but myself.
Dr Bernard Hazelhof said if i was on a desert island then i would have to get used to my own company – just me and the coconuts.
He said i would have to accept myself,my warts and all,and that we don’t get to choose our warts.
They are a part of us and we have to live with them.
We can,however,choose our friends and i glad i have chosen you.
Dr Bernard Hazelhof also said the everyone’s lives and like a very long sidewalk.
Some are well paved.
Others,like mine,have cracks,banana skins and cigarette butts.
Your sidewalk is like mine but probably not as many cracks.
Hopefully,one day our sidewalks will meet and we can share a can of condensed milk.
You are my best friend.
You are my only friend.
And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world. – Albert Camus
I Did It For Me.
I Liked It.
I Was Good At It.
And, I Was Really…I Was Alive
I’m bad. And that’s good.
I will never be good. And that’s not bad.
There’s no one I’d rather be than me
隐约雷鸣 阴霾天空 但盼风雨来 能留你在此
隐约雷鸣 阴霾天空 即便天无雨 我亦留此地
Oswaldo Mobray :John Ruth wants to take you back to Red Rock to stand trial for murder. And, if… you’re found guilty, the people of Red Rock will hang you in the town square. And as the hangman, I will perform the execution. And if all those things end up taking place, that’s what civilized society calls “justice”. However, if the relatives and the loved ones of the person you murdered were outside that door right now. And after busting down that door, they drug you out in the snow and hung you up by the neck, that, we would be frontier justice. Now the good part about frontier justice, is it’s very thirst quenching. The bad part is it’s apt to wrong as right!
Oswaldo Mobray : But ultimately what’s the real difference between the two? The real difference is me, the hangman. To me, it doesn’t matter what you did. When I hang you, I will get no satisfaction from your death, it’s my job! I hang you in Red Rock, I move on to the next town, I hang someone else there. The man who pulls the lever that breaks your neck will be a dispassionate man. And that dispassion is the very essence of justice. For justice delivered without dispassion is always in danger of not being justice.
假设你最终被判有罪,Red Rock 镇上的人会把你吊在小镇广场上, 作为刽子手,我会执行处决. 当事情以这种形式告终时,正义就在我们的社会得到伸张. 然而,假如受害者的家人或者爱人就在门外,他们闯进来,把你拖到雪地里对你执行处决, 这是边缘化的正义. 边缘化正义看似快速,大快人心,但它容易颠倒是非.
Almost none of us commit suicide, and almost all of us self-destruct.In some way, in some part of our lives. We drink, or we smoke, we destabilize the good job or the happy marriage.