passing through

Like sunlight, sunset, we appear, we disappear. 

We are so important to some, 

but we are just passing through.

'Before Midnight'

director: Richard Linklater

www.piyushgaryali.blogspot.co.uk

when we leave this life

I came into an empty room and saw an empty chair. 

Yet I knew a woman had been there, only a moment before. 

The cushion was dented where she'd sat, the cloth was still warm, 

and her scent lingered in the air. 

If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, 

surely something of our souls must remain 

when we leave this life?

George R. R. Martin

'A Storm of Swords'

www.ear.duomi.com

the taste of truth

people often claim to hunger for truth,

but seldom like the taste

when it's served up

George R. R. Martin

'A Clash of Kings'

www.fineartamerica.com

everything changes

We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... 

but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, 

rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, 

and great cities sink beneath the sea. 

Even gods die, we think. 

Everything changes.

George R. R. Martin

'A Clash of Kings'

www.wallpaperup.com

'

tomorrow

When we speak of the morrow

nothing is ever certain.

George R. R. Martin

'A Clash of Kings'

www.plus.google.com

one day

If people just took it a day at a time, 

they'd be a lot happier.

Stephen King

'The Long Walk'

www.gasengi.com

the beauty of life

As I came up the mountain, out of the misty valley into the sun. 

The fire on the cattle range, the potatoes in the ashes, 

the boathouse floating in the lake. The Southern Cross. (…)

The Far East. The Great North. The Wild West. The Great Bear Lake. 

Tristan da Cunha. The Mississippi Delta. Stromboli. 

The old houses of Charlottenburg. Albert Camus. The morning light. 

The child's eyes. The swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain. 

The sun. The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter. 

The veins of leaves. The blowing grass. The colour of stones.

The pebbles on the stream's bed. The white tablecloth outdoors. 

The dream of the house in the house. The dear one asleep in the next room. 

The peaceful Sundays. The horizon. 

The light from the room in the garden. The night flight. 

Riding a bicycle with no hands. The beautiful stranger. 

My father. My mother. My wife. My child.

'Wings of desire'

director: Wim Wenders

www.liveinternet.ru

about writing

A man writes because he is tormented

because he doubts. 

He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others 

that he's worth something. 

And if I know for sure that I'm a genius? Why write then? 

What the hell for?

'Stalker'

director: Andrei Tarkovsky

www.weheartit.com

strength and weakness

Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe.

 And let them have a laugh at their passions. 

Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, 

but just the friction 

between their souls and the outside world. 

And most important, let them believe in themselves. 

Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, 

and strength is nothing. 

When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. 

When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. 

When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. 

But when it's dry and hard, it dies. 

Hardness and strength are death's companions. 

Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. 

Because what has hardened 

will never win.

'Stalker'
director: Andrei Tarkovsky

www.ferdyonfilms.com

what you are

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. 

Make it your strength. 

Then it can never be your weakness. 

Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used 

to hurt you.

George R. R. Martin

'A Game of Thrones'

www.designyoutrust.com