On "The Lover"

Kelvin 2022-04-19 09:02:38

A Chinese man,
a French woman;
a rich,
a colored;
acting on
each other, in love with each other; in
love with
each other, telling lies to each other;
do they love each other?
No one knows,
"love" in life is like this,
how much sex is mixed in it?
Is it sexual love, thought love, responsibility love, or emotional love?
Love is comprehensive love. It is unclear and indescribable.
Maybe one minute I will love you,
and the next minute I will be blank to you.
That will hurt more,
because sometimes hate is more than love. Emotions to remember.

Love is in a broad sense, and love has to go back and forth, and take TAKE IT UNDER CONTROL.
This is what I understood from "The Lover".

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Extended Reading
  • Zackary 2022-03-28 09:01:08

    The decadent feudal ideology, prejudiced social concepts, and the disparity of status and status once again ruined a sincere and moving love. At the end, there is a kind of helpless sadness and regret. moving. This kind of weak, incompetent and sullen but in love with the rich second generation is really none other than Leung Ka Fai, and the heroine has an unforgettable beauty.

  • Clay 2022-03-28 09:01:08

    He sent me a paragraph from the original book today so I started watching the movie and it turned into a pure love story and we were concerned with an individual's self-discovery

The Lover quotes

  • Narrator: "Now and then I go back to the house in Sadek. To the horror of the house in Sadek. It's an unbearable place. It's close to death. A place of violence of pain of despair, of dishonour... But it's in this family's dryness in it's incredible harshness that I am the most deeply assured in myself. In the deepest of my essential certainties, all common history of ruin and shame, of love and hate is in my flesh."

  • Narrator: Dusk one evening on board ship, crossing the Indian Ocean under the luminous sky. Suddenly the sound of a Chopin waltz came bursting out from the main lounge. I had tried to play it for months without success. That's why I gave up the piano. There wasn't a breath of wind and the music pervaded the whole ship. I stood up as if to go and throw myself into the sea. Then I did weep because I had thought of my Chinese lover, and I was suddenly not sure that I hadn't been in love with him after all, with a love I hadn't been able to see because it had become lost in the tide of events, like water seeping through sand. Thanks to that music, spreading over the sea and filling the calmest night I have ever known, I could see my love for him for the first time.