self fatalism

Kay 2022-03-20 09:01:36

When suppressed to a certain extent, people will always try to break out once.
Then maybe a little problem can be solved.

But for me, when I'm so desperate, I'm going crazy, really crazy.
And then I think forward, to the apex of despair, to the end of despair.
Oh, it's destiny. I can't escape this blow to the head.
Because of this fate, I was stripped away, and all of it was stripped out of reality at once.
There is only one me who is light and scales, just like a common movie scene, the rain is pouring down.
A person is drenched, a person is walking on a road full of tung trees on both sides, a person is in the snow,
a person faces the sun and leaves only a back, a person, always a person.

If not abandoning can make two people die, then the gratification will be all people on earth.
We tremble, we hold hands.
We are alone, we embrace.
But birth, old age, sickness and death will not bring luster to love, nor will it bring more hope to people.
It is only because of this separation of life and death that love, family affection and all feelings become precious and cherished.

My destiny is my choice.
My choice is to settle down.
When I think of despair, I feel that fate is so, I have to hold on to hope no matter what.
Then hope will be broken again and again. Even broken without a trace.
But hope will come again in the next despair, listening to the arrangement of fate.

I have seen the myth of Sisyphus constantly pushing rocks to the top of the mountain.
That stone is my destiny.
If one day, I will push the stone to the sea.
Trust my own heart, and I will never be saved.
Perseverance in the heart will not exist.
A certain meaning of life will disappear in an instant.

Like Depp looking for the ninth gate, Lucifer has chosen him.
He just needs to use his own strength and spirit to complete the journey of destiny step by step.
The only difference is that his trajectory is of course, he can complete his mission by maintaining his character.
And my trajectory is circular, only when the stone is rolled smaller and smaller, I have the opportunity to break the fate.
Welcome to new beginnings and destiny.

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The Ninth Gate quotes

  • Dean Corso: Have you studied the engravings? They seem to have some underlying significance.

    Ceniza: But of course.

    [Points to an engraving in the book]

    Ceniza: Here, for example. This one could be interpreted as a warning. "Venture too far," It seems to say, "and danger will descend on you from above." This type of books often contain little puzzles. Especially in the case of such an illustrious collaborator.

    Dean Corso: Collaborator?

    Ceniza: You cannot have proceeded very far with your research, señor. Here, look close.

    [Handles a magnifying glass to Corso]

    Ceniza: Don't you see? Only six of the nine engravings were signed by Aristide Torchia.

    Dean Corso: Yes. And the other three?

    Ceniza: But this is one of them.

    Dean Corso: [Reads through the magnifying class] L... C... F... Who is LCF?

    Ceniza: Think.

    Dean Corso: [Thinks a few seconds] Lucifer?

    Ceniza: Very perceptive of you, señor ! Torchia was burned alive because he wrote this book in collaboration with someone else.

    Dean Corso: Come on! You can't honestly believe...

    Ceniza: The man who wrote this book did so in alliance with the Devil and went to the stake for it.

    [Grinning sarcastically]

    Ceniza: Even Hell has its heroes, señor !

  • Boris Balkan: [On the phone] What news?

    Dean Corso: News? Let me see... Well... Yes. The good news is I got to examine the old woman's book and three of her engravings were signed "LCF". The bad news is that someone strangled her and made a bonfire of her collection. Now that's tragic, wouldn't you say?

    Boris Balkan: You took the words out of my mouth.

    Dean Corso: Yes, it's the Fargas story all over again. I think they tore out the engravings before they torched the place. That makes two sets they've got.

    Boris Balkan: And my copy?

    Dean Corso: Well, I learned my lesson, fortunately... I don't carry it around with me anymore. Otherwise, it might have gone up in smoke.

    Boris Balkan: Excellent. Good thinking. Well, with two copies gone, that seems to conclude your assignment. It only remains for you to return my book. I'm staying at the Ritz, you can pick up your check at the same time. Shall we say half an hour?

    Dean Corso: There's more bad news. I don't have it.

    Boris Balkan: You don't have it?

    Dean Corso: Someone lifted it from my room.

    Boris Balkan: Listen to me very carefully, Mr. Corso. I think you may already have some idea of the lengths to which I'm prepared to go when I want something. Unless you recover my property in double-quick time, you'll discover just how far that can be.