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August 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

Morning yoga stretches.


The unbearable lightness of being, 1988

August 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

– Tell me, Franz, why do you always have to take me to another city? Why don’t you ever want to make love to me in Geneva?
– I told you.
– Tell me again.
– Because I couldn’t go home and go to bed with my wife.
– You mean you couldn’t go from one bed to another bed the same day?
– That’s right.
– Why?
– I feel it would be humiliating to my wife, to me and to you.


Hiroshima mon amour, 1959

August 19, 2011 § Leave a comment


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August 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

An unconditional promise to give.

August 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

I wish I had just one thing that would always comfort me. Just one thing, whatever that would be – a book, a film, a song, a word, a proverb, anything.

August 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

What makes us do things we would have never done?
What is the fuel – is it rather good emotions or the bad ones?

Bonjour Tristesse, 1958

August 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

Wait! Let’s smell the day.

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