wanted to use the dialogue in the movie in a different form to string together the whole feeling
"I've come so far to come back here."
Sometimes we go far
For example, the young woman in the movie, she walked resolutely and willfully, until he deliberately drank and broke his soul.
So she came back. I don’t think I will forget her blurred eyes, the trembling voice of the tears she endured The stubborn body under the black clothes The camouflage of a miserable smile and a roar at the wine pipe and a reckless cry when holding a wine glass
She said at the grave: I can't breathe. Every time I came back, he was there ,still in carzy about me.
I just wanted to run away. we depend the acohole to find back our feeling
but every morning when we wake up, it makes no sense.
now , he is gone.
She's gone a long way and she's back, he's gone .lose her he lost his whole life.lose him she left town with a broken heart
when she left, please the heroine must remember to post her husband's menu so people don't forget him so soon I think he must be in heaven I love her more.
"In the past three days, I learned how to not trust others, but thankfully I didn't."
Recently, my mood has been unexpectedly bad, and I have found too many things that make me unable to trust people so close to me
. Is it because of seeing that my father and mother suffered a loss during the winter vacation? Is it because of seeing my brother being kidnapped? Is it because of seeing all kinds of burials he has done to her? The sensitivity of
money touches all nerves
I hate my current state and want to protect myself from any possible harm.
Just like what my ex said, what I write is very hypocritical, so I won’t reveal too much about myself. Maybe I
can’t look at it with admiration. In the story, the girl insists on trusting others,
she loses, she believes; she doesn't believe in her father's critical illness, but she believes it; the eyes of people are destined to have a flicker of frankness worth grabbing
I will try to change my mood and believe in people's hearts I'm destined to be kind and don't let myself become ignorant of myself.
It was raining today with an umbrella, but I came back in the rain. Wearing thin clothes
, I have cold words in my head. I don't know what I want to lose. Knowing that I can proudly say
I feel luncky to fail to learn it.
"-Sometimes, there is a key, but it may not be able to open the door. -Maybe
, even if it is opened, the person inside is no longer there."
Life is all about missing a set of keys and a door. Maybe someone you love all your life you can't get. Maybe someone you take for granted all your life and think you won't lose.
Maybe it's someone you believe will stay put forever. People
love this episode. The boy's right love and pity and the girl's goodbye. The people who once loved each other gently reminded each other before they left. They reminded each other how they used to be together.
Say sorry, I'm not your key. After that, it became real.
I can't forget the girl's smile that appeared from time to time during the journey, facing the air, facing the passers-by, facing the stamp, to this imaginary far away him
, it was a kind of process of finding the key, it was a little bit clear and clearly delineated The taste of blueberry pie in my heart also appeared contour and sweetness
. "It's not difficult to go down that street, the key is who is waiting for you on the opposite side."
There are still traces left by icecream on the girl's mouth, and the boy leaned on it gently, so the blueberry pie finally melted. It took two people a night
to walk out of a relationship. It took a girl a year to travel, and a boy took a year Come and finally throw away all the keys and gently hide the girl who loves watching the sunset more than her
I used to think that breaking up with each other's hobbies was the most absurd thing but I finally realized that not all the pieces of the puzzle can be put together
Someone said Talking a lot is not a bad thing, so that I can gradually know who is the best for
me. I always feel that I would rather be short than to waste my current self. I eat
alone movies alone, and go shopping for clothes alone. I feel strangely glad that I
was comforting a brokenhearted person by the pool the day before yesterday . His friends told him that when there is no motivation in life, please tell yourself that
sometimes you feel like you are lying to yourself. There are too many reasons to comfort your friends
.
The process of crossing is destined to have a pilgrimage-like pure heart and a non-utilitarian pursuit
"-a steak, with French fries and a potato.
- This is your blueberry batch."
"-Why are you still making blueberries that can't be sold? Critic?
-Because, I don't know when you will suddenly walk in."
I always felt that it was hypocritical to believe that someone would do this for you, but the movie needs hypocrisy in exchange for you being moved
. The process of waiting is gradual. Ask for the test of both sides and the test of time.
We are not philosophers who can a priori use syllogism to deduce where the relationship will go
, but we are ordinary people who can use the little logic of experience to be a fool who only knows how to persevere.
Yesterday, Lao Hou told me that I Let me tell you a secret: I'm a weirdo
, so why am I not?
I'm really weird
Never asking for approval, the only one in turn, trying to seek approval over and over again has proven to be doomed
I'm too lazy to explain the process of explaining is a futile labor of dressing up, adding a coat but empty inside
I like to be alone and make a mess of the room Write what I like, read books that have been neglected, listen to music from small bands,
I am used to hiding some self-perceptions that I don’t need extravagance
without losing a piece of love, how do I know that I can love so deeply without losing trust, how do
I know that trust can be so beautiful?
How do I know that when I lose my head back, there is someone waiting
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