Go one moment more, and i know i can bear anything.

Uriel 2022-04-20 09:01:49

This line is my favorite line in the entire Out of Africa, but I searched some pages and found that there is no original sentence, so I had to dictate it. "I've got this little thing that i've learn to do lately. When it gets so bad, and i think i can't go on, i try to make it worse. I make me think of our camp in the river and Boteli, and the first time that you took me flying. How good it all was, and when i am certain that i can't stand it, i go one moment more, and i know i can bear anything. would you like to help me?" It is said that this is the No.1 film that independent women must see, and these words of Karen Blixen really show her strength and independence without reservation. When I look again at the place of women in any period, once again, there is no denying that in certain countries, feminist reign is unquestionable

When i am certain that i can't stand it, i go one moment more , and i know i can bear anything. Will this be the self-suggestion of all independent women on the brink of collapse, don't expect someone to help you, because you are the best assistant; don't expect a miracle to happen one day, because the more disappointments, the more disappointments; no mercy Your own misfortune, because God will open another window; don't rush to find what should belong to you, nothing in the world belongs to where, and naturally no one will belong to anyone, when a fool swears to say, I want to be with you Together, smiling and accepting...even though, it may never happen.

"Friday?"
"Yes."
This is their last conversation, and they are in a waiting mood, in exchange for true love that will last forever...

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Out of Africa quotes

  • Karen Blixen: [Denys lands his two-seater aircraft, and Karen runs to greet him] Where did you get it?

    Denys: Mombasa. Get in!

    Karen Blixen: [as they take off] When did you learn to fly?

    Denys: Yesterday!

  • Karen Blixen: "The time you won your town the race, we chaired you through the marketplace; man and boy stood cheering by, as home we brought you shoulder-high. Smart lad, to slip betimes away from fields where glory does not stay. Early though the laurel grows, It withers quicker than a rose. Now you will not swell the rout of lads that wore their honors out. Runners whom renown outran, and the name died 'fore the man. And round that early-laureled head will flock to gaze the strengthless dead and find unwithered on its curls a garland briefer than a girl's."