close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world
Ronny Cammareri: Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn’t know this either, but love don’t make things nice – it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed!
The world is full of magic things,
patiently waiting for
our senses to grow sharper.
― W.B. Yeats
Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence.
Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
– Leonora Carrington
Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.
Mark Darcy: [Bridget gets out of bed covered in a sheet and begins to fumble around] What on Earth are you doing?
Bridget Jones: Getting dressed.
Mark Darcy: Why’re you dancing around in that tent business?
Bridget Jones: Because I don’t want you to see any of my wobbly bits.
Mark Darcy: Well now that’s a bit pointless isn’t it? As I happen to have a very high regard for your wobbly bits. In all circumstances.
Bridget Jones: [Bridgets head emerges from the sheet] Really?
Mark Darcy: Absolutely. I think it’s high time we had another look.