Posts tagged Good Film
Excerpt | Tea & Honey

"I don’t feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh.

"There there," said Piglet.
"I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do."

Milne, A. A. (1926) Winnie-the-Pooh I

Excerpt | Pain

This is why we’re here. To fight through the pain and, when possible, to relieve the pain of others. So simple. So hard to see.

Agassi, A (2009) Open

Fundamentals | E. E. Cummings

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Excerpt | I Like You

“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.” 

Murakami, H. (1987 ) Norwegian Wood

Excerpt | Perspective

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Steinbeck, J. (1962) Travels with Charley: In Search of America

Excerpt | Albert Camus

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

Excerpt | New Beginning

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Fitzgerald, F. Scott (1925) The Great Gatsby

Excerpt | Today

is only one day in all the days that will ever be.
but what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.

hemingway, e. (1940) for whom the bell tolls

Excerpt | The Primacy of Perception

to see is to enter a universe of beings which display themselves, and they would not do this if they could not be hidden behind each other or behind me. in other words: to look at an object is to inhabit it, and from this habitation to grasp all things in terms of the aspect which they present to it. but in so far as i see those things too, they remain abodes open to my gaze, and being potentially lodged in them, i already perceive from various angles the central object of my present vision. thus every object is the mirror of all others.

merleau-ponty, m. (1945) the phenomenology of perception

Fundamentals | Faith

there are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

shakespeare, w.

Excerpt | Do Nothing

"what do you like doing best in the world, pooh?"
"well," said pooh, "what I like best..." and then he had to stop and think. because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
and then he thought that being with christopher robin was a very good thing to do,
and having piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said,
"what I like best in the whole world is me and piglet going to see you, and you saying 'what about a little something?' and me saying, 'well, I shouldn't mind a little something, should you, piglet,' and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing."
"i like that too," said christopher robin, "but what I like doing best is nothing.” 
"how do you do nothing?" asked pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
"well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, what are you going to do, christopher robin, and you say, oh, nothing, and then you go and do it.” 

milne, a.a. (1928) the house at pooh corner

Excerpt | Expatriate

you are an expatriate, you've lost touch with the soil. you get precious. fake european standards have ruined you. you drink yourself to death. you become obsessed with sex. you spend all your time talking, not working. you are an expatriate, see? you hang around cafes.

hemingway, e. (1926) the sun also rises

Excerpt | Modesty

you have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. there is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty.

alcott, l.m. (1868) little women

Excerpt | Tea And Honey

"i don't feel very much like pooh today," said pooh.

"there there," said piglet. "i'll bring you tea and honey until you do."

milne, a.a. (1926) winnie-the-pooh

Excerpt | Victor Hugo

Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.

hugo, v. (1833) notre-dame de paris

Excerpt | Only A Girl

'build a house?' exclaimed john.
'for the wendy,' said curly.
'for wendy?' john said, aghast. 'why, she is only a girl!'
'that,' explained curly, 'is why we are her servants.'


barrie, j.m. (1911) peter pan

Excerpt | Human Beans

The matter with human beans, the bfg went on, 'is that they is absolutely refusing to believe in anything unless they is actually seeing it right in front of their own schnozzles.'

dahl, r. (1982) the bfg

Excerpt | Love Is

a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
what is it else? a madness most discreet,
a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.


shakespeare, w. (1595) romeo and juliet

Excerpt | Reflections on True Friendship

I wonder if technology has changed the meaning of friendship. My daughter is 12 and most things that happen to her are photographed. She and her friends get together and spend hours trying out poses, making videos, retouching them, setting them to music and posting them on this or that social media network. I’m sure the girls are bonded in many of the traditional ways, but I also wonder if they’ll ever lose sight of each other, which was always one of the possibilities of friendship, an aspect of its mystery. I think we always knew we would move on in life and that our great friendships would be a matter of memory. 
Social media is a vehicle of self-promotion, a means of fixing an idea of yourself in the social sphere, without people actually knowing you at all. And that’s a change: The thing about friendship used to be that the ideal was shared entirely by the pair of you, or sometimes by a group, yet it remained local, and that was part of its power.
It’s the mindfulness I miss. A pair of excellent youngsters in my wider family have over 1,000 Facebook “friends” between them. They say they don’t know half of them, and that some of them are “frenemies.” The social network gives them the option of corralling people into “close friends” or “acquaintances,” and, naturally, they always have the option of clicking “unfriend.” But are the majority of these people friends or are they just names? You can know everything that’s going on in people’s lives without knowing a single thing going on in their hearts. But is that friendship? I’m told that empathy still flowers in the usual way, but I have my doubts. People now in their 20s have a lot of self-advertising talent, but are they, I wonder, close to the point where a bad breakup, say, or a death in the family, isn’t a moment of opportunity for the protective and dignifying balms of old friendship, but simply a quiet day on social media?
The times we live in are big on loyalty. Technology has driven us wild with questions of loyalty to flags, to nations, to a “way of life” or to brands who give out “loyalty points” to those who stay tight. But the only kind of loyalty that matters is to know your friends and stick with them. The relationship has nothing really to do with outside people, or with your self-image or with status updates, and perhaps our vision of friendship has been degraded by the instantaneous, relentless nature of our communications technology. Replace “watch and click” with “listen and feel,” close the curtains and mix two drinks, download nothing, “share” nothing, but lose yourself in the sort of communication that has nothing to sell.
Love gets all the big headlines, but friendship is where the action is, especially if you consider that it is really a lack of friendship that makes an unhappy marriage. Fundamentally, it’s the art of friendship that warms you in the various winters of your discontent, and when you’re in trouble you don’t want 1,000 people, but just one. “Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain,” the late Muhammad Ali is thought to have said. “It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.”

o'hagan, a. (2016) reflections on true friendship