Death, where is your sting? !

Brice 2022-02-19 08:02:03

Originally known as "Where Are You Going, Man", it is among one hundred masterpieces and is worth collecting.
From today's point of view, the picture of this movie certainly cannot be compared with today's. However, the film wins in the wonderful story.
The handsome male protagonist fell in love with the beautiful female protagonist, and the female protagonist not only looks beautiful, but also has a beautiful soul. In the age of Nero, the beauty of the heroine was as noble and holy as the lily of the valley. The male lead fell in love at a glance.
In the process of pursuing the princess, the male protagonist has gone through many hardships and hardships, experienced real killings, obscenities, lies, and betrayals, saw the weakness and sinful nature of people, and saw the beauty, nobility, and beauty in Christians. sacrifice.
What is unforgettable for me is a scene in the original book. When Nero threw many Christian men, women and children into the Colosseum or nailed them to the cross, Paul, who had not yet been arrested, stood on the top floor of the Colosseum. Every brother and sister who is dying prays, draws a cross for every one, and pleads with God's power to help him overcome death. I shed tears, and at the same time I remembered the words "Death, where is your sting." This kind of power surpasses death! Tragic and shocking.
The ending of the heroine and the heroine is a reunion, and the lovers will eventually get married.

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Quo Vadis quotes

  • Petronius: It is not enough to live well. One must die well.

  • Petronius: [in his dying letter to Nero] To Nero, Emperor of Rome, Master of the World, Divine Pontiff. I know that my death will be a disappointment to you, since you wished to render me this service yourself. To be born in your reign is a miscalculation; but to die in it is a joy. I can forgive you for murdering your wife and your mother, for burning our beloved Rome, for befouling our fair country with the stench of your crimes. But one thing I cannot forgive - the boredom of having to listen to your verses, your second-rate songs, your mediocre performances. Adhere to your special gifts, Nero - murder and arson, betrayal and terror. Mutilate your subjects if you must; but with my last breath I beg you - do not mutilate the arts. Fare well, but compose no more music. Brutalize the people, but do not bore them, as you have bored to death your friend, the late Gaius Petronius.