Every woman is a two-color rose

Antwon 2021-10-22 14:34:06

I will not discuss the background of the war, I will only talk about women and love.

The two women, Hannah, who is elegant and refined, and Catherine, who is generous and graceful, seemed to correspond to white roses and red roses at first. But white roses sometimes kick the door angrily because of love; while red roses also sensibly avoid love because of morality. So I said, every woman is a two-color rose, just look at which color rose is blooming when you meet her.

Hannah is a kind girl. The reason why she is defined as a girl is because she is innocent. Binoche's interpretation is just right. I never think she is beautiful, but she is very attractive. The love between her and the lieutenant made me a little puzzled, but it didn't matter. Love didn't need many reasons. That Indian man is dedicated, professional, and a bit clumsy, but he will be careful. In the dark church, he fastened her buckle, lit a lamp, and then jumped down from a high place in exchange for her to fly in the air. Her light was shining on the beautiful mural, and it was also reflected in his face; he held her rope in his hand and looked up at her with a smile. What a great golden scene! This shows that when a man really loves a woman, regardless of his romantic talent, at least he will be really attentive.

Catherine is a wild and intellectual woman, beautiful and unpretentious. I love such a woman very much. When she was sitting in front of the campfire telling stories, the light of the fire reflected her face. At that moment, I was moved by her together with Imashu, and our eyes could no longer flow. Afterwards, facing the hot and enchanting Imashu, she avoided it with a woman's instinct because she was Mrs. Jeff. But the kind of like-minded and like-minded force is really hard to resist, and when you fall in love, you face each other. Yes, she cheated, carrying her husband, cheating, heart and body. But I don't think she is a bad woman, at least she is still struggling with the bottom line of morality. What about men? What did you do again? He said, I don't want to possess you, and I don't want to be possessed, but I am confused and infatuated again and again when facing her. When she said, I was leaving. When she returned to the banquet, being her outstanding Mrs. Jeff, he even accused her of attracting bees and butterflies. It is a woman who is sensible, a woman who is injured, and a woman who strongly supports the court to heal the injury. What did this man do for her? If you want to love, love bravely, don't let your woman bear all the consequences of derailment; if you want to be sensible, you will break your arm, and don't be confused in the name of freedom.

Because of love, we meet, and because of love, we always have to face parting.

Hannah's lieutenant is leaving, and Hannah chooses responsibility between responsibility and love. She wants to stay and take care of her patients. I believe they will meet again, or because of love.

Catherine's husband finally learned of his wife's derailment. Angrily, he drove Catherine and drove the plane and crashed into Emmashu, killing and wounding one another. In order to treat Catherine who was seriously injured, Imashu deviated from his political stance, but still failed to save Catherine. Finally, this gorgeous, crazy love can finally continue in heaven.

Perhaps every woman desires vigor and vigor, but every woman pursues a long stream of water. Men always say that women are fickle, only because they don't understand what women want. In fact, what a woman wants is a reliable love. She loves you, she can be a red rose or a white rose, but it only blooms for you. Whether it is red or white, it all depends on whether you can make her feel at ease.

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The English Patient quotes

  • Almásy: There is no God... but I hope someone looks after you.

    Madox: Just in case you're interested, it's called the suprasternal notch. Come and visit us in Dorset when all this nonsense is over.

    [Heads away but turns back]

    Madox: You'll never come to Dorset.

  • Almásy: What do you love?

    Katharine Clifton: What do I love?

    Almásy: Say everything.

    Katharine Clifton: Hm, let's see... Water. Fish in it. And hedgehogs; I love hedgehogs.

    Almásy: And what else?

    Katharine Clifton: Marmite - I'm addicted. And baths. But not with other people. Islands. Your handwriting. I could go on all day.

    Almásy: Go on all day.

    Katharine Clifton: My husband.

    Almásy: What do you hate most?

    Katharine Clifton: A lie. What do you hate most?

    Almásy: Ownership. Being owned. When you leave, you should forget me.

    [she adopts a look of disgust, pushes him gently away to get out of the tub, picks up her tattered dress and leaves]