Quotes About Love, Fitting for LTROI

[TΛPETRVE]

Not only that, but people can lose their faith in love. Too frail their hearts and minds.

[Lacenaire]

Not only that, but people can lose their faith in love. Too frail their hearts and minds.

I actually agree with Tapetrve, but for me none of this (and most of the things other people have written) can arise. My current view of the film owes nothing to the book: I have purged the book from my mind and the only thing that counts is what is in the film and what is in my imagination. The latter has gone through a process of evolution (and several revolutions) but now has reached a stage of stability and I am happy with it. The love between Oskar and Eli can never go bad because, in my story, they do not belong to the same world, their lives only temporarily cross hence their love can never grow stale and they can’t loose faith in it.

They are temporarily like actors in the same play: Eli’s task is to rescue Oskar and Oskar’s task is to teach Eli the meaning of love - once they fulfill their tasks they have to go back to their own worlds. They remain for each other only a memory - a memory of love. All these issues of “Eli’s dishonesty” etc, do not arise, in the film they only correspond to certain puzzles without answers and the answers that I have provided make them non-issues.

The reason why I quoted Jacques Prevert’s famous poem is because some parts of it remind me of this strange love but of course only some for the poem is, as most love poems are, in the end about grown up human love. But the lines that make me think of Eli and Oskar are, most of all the beginning:

This love
So violent
So fragile
So tender
So hopeless

and this bit:

Trembling with fear
Like a child in the dark
And so sure of itself
Like a tranquil man in the quiet of the night
This love
Which made others afraid
Which made them gossip
Which drained the colour from their cheeks

Yes, that is indeed what happened. And most of the rest is also right, for Oskar’s and Eli’s love can be there for them even when they are no longer together, as they are not when my story ends and, as I suspect, they will not be when Lindqvist’s one does (though that is of no importance to me).

[TheVoxHumanus]

Love is a tornado on a sunny summer afternoon. It can kill your dog, make it rain fish, assemble a mint condition 1957 Cadillac Series 62 out of the junk in your backyard, ruin your corn, break your good china, and still leave you happy for the experience.

[Lacenaire]

Love is a tornado on a sunny summer afternoon. It can kill your dog, make it rain fish, assemble a mint condition 1957 Cadillac Series 62 out of the junk in your backyard, ruin your corn, break your good china, and still leave you happy for the experience.

If you are lucky. It can also leave you broken-hearted, suicidal, dead or even, as Tapetrve has been pointing out, filled with hatred.

[lombano]

I like that this topic was posted on my birthday, and wish I'd thought of it.

Belated happy birthday!

[DMt.]

Love is a tornado on a sunny summer afternoon. It can kill your dog, make it rain fish, assemble a mint condition 1957 Cadillac Series 62 out of the junk in your backyard, ruin your corn, break your good china, and still leave you happy for the experience.

Hahahaha, excellent.

Thanks for the nice birthday greetings, I had a lovely time. Still am; posting this from my Ma's laptop in Liverpool, chatting with my boy Lewis who came with me for the weekend, recovering from three scanty nights sleep in a row jamming until the small hours...

[DMt.]

Oh, and the day after my birthday we [me, my Ma and his auntie Ruth] took Lewis to a gentleman's outfitters and got him two Pierre Cardin suits, a shirt and tie, and a pair of shoes, to do his job interviews in.

He looked like a million dollars [and I don't mean 'all green and wrinkled']; Ma and Ruth, and various casual observers, were ecstatic at his elegance and masculine beauty, it was great.

He was practically speechless, except to remark 'that's the best I ever looked in my life'.

[DMt.]

Good choice PeteMork, he would've been who I would have quoted if I could find my copy of 'The Prophet'

THAT's who Moonvibe's declamatory thing reminds me of!

Whitman, OK, but how much more Gibran?

Respect, Moony, nice influence, whether subliminal or no.

[drakkar]

If this strong a love should ever break, it might turn into a feud far beyond the boundaries of life and death.

Love never goes bad. From this post yours, I'm certain that it doesn't. Love is good, never bad. I think we see it 'go bad' is because people just stopped loving and kept waiting to be love. Some people just get angry when they don't receive it.

You just can't afford to be self-centred when comes to love.

I agree with Genie.
True love cannot go bad. True love is something you you give or irradiate regardless of the reponse from others. It may cease, but not backfire, since you don't crave anyting in return for it.
If love goes bad, it isn't true love, but rather some love-resembling feeling where you also crave something from the other, like "l love you and want you", which quickly can turn into "If I can't have you I'll hate you".

[gattoparde59]

genie47 wrote:

TAPETRVE wrote:If this strong a love should ever break, it might turn into a feud far beyond the boundaries of life and death.



Love never goes bad. From this post yours, I'm certain that it doesn't. Love is good, never bad. I think we see it 'go bad' is because people just stopped loving and kept waiting to be love. Some people just get angry when they don't receive it.

You just can't afford to be self-centred when comes to love.



I agree with Genie.
True love cannot go bad. True love is something you you give or irradiate regardless of the reponse from others. It may cease, but not backfire, since you don't crave anyting in return for it.
If love goes bad, it isn't true love, but rather some love-resembling feeling where you also crave something from the other, like "l love you and want you", which quickly can turn into "If I can't have you I'll hate you".

Well you want this passage then. This is usually read at weddings, but I think it has a more mystic view of divine love. I had this read at my father's funeral. Note I underlined one interesting phrase. In cinema, I especially like James Mason reciting this in Odd Man Out.

1 Corinthians 13 (New King James Version)


1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.