After All This Time

Da una lacrima sul viso

Ho capito molte cose

Dopo tanti, tanti mesi ora so

Cosa sono per te

Uno sguardo ed un sorriso

M'han svelato il tuo segreto

Che sei stata innamorata di me

Ed ancora lo sei

Non ho mai capito, non sapevo che

Che tu, che tu, tu mi amavi ma

Come me, non trovavi mai

Il coraggio di dirlo, ma poi...

Quella lacrima sul viso

É un miracolo d'amore

Che si avvera in questo istante per me

E non amo che te

Bobby Solo - Una Lacrima Sul Viso

Somewhere Only We Know

Briony: So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have

the time together they both so longed for... and deserved.

But what sense of hope or satisfaction

could a reader derive from an ending like that?

So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia

what they lost out on in life.

I'd like to think this isn't weakness or... evasion...

but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.

Atonement (2007)

Lesson 4: How To Protect Yourself

"Don't hug me this way, don't touch me this way
Don't hug me again, don't hug me again"

Moby - Mistake

Lesson 3: How To Deal With Nostalgia

"I go to sleep and imagine that you're there

with me."

Sia - I Go To Sleep

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman

are two separate passions,

not merely different but opposite.

Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation

(a desire that extends to an infinite number of women)

but in the desire for shared sleep

(a desire limited to one woman).
Milan Kundera - The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Hysteria Siberiana

Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana?
Try to imagine this:

You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra.

Day after day you plow your fields.
As far as the eye can see, nothing.

To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon,
to the south, to the west, more of the same.
Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields.

When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch.

When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep.

And then one day, something inside you dies.

Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky,

then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies.

You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought,

begin walking toward the west.

Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun.

Like someone, possessed, you walk on, day after day,

not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die.
hat's hysteria siberiana.

Haruki Murakami – South of the Border, West of the Sun

We Are Who We Are

Bill: Clark Kent is how Superman views us.

And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent.

He's weak... he's unsure of himself... he's a coward.

Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race.

Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.

I'm calling you a killer. A natural born killer.

You always have been, and you always will be.

Moving to El Paso, working in a used record store,

goin' to the movies with Tommy, clipping coupons.

That's you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee.

That's you tryin' to blend in with the hive.

But you're not a worker bee. You're a renegade killer bee.

And no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate

or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that.

Kill Bill Vol. 2 (2004)

Let Me Sing You A Waltz

Celine: I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like… this, you know? People just have an affair, or even entire relationships.They break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with.

Because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because it hurts too much! Even getting laid, I actually don’t do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I’m obsessed with little things. Maybe I’m crazy but… when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late for school. One day she followed me to see why… I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road… the way a leaf cast a shadow on a tree trunk… little things. I think it’s the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and… will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way… your beard has a bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow… that morning, right before you left. I remember that, and… I missed it. I’m really crazy, right?

Before Sunset (2004)