“I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.”
— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments
“In 1989, Linklater spent a night in Philadelphia with a young woman named Amy Lehrhaupt and it was this encounter that first sparked the story. Linklater recently learned that Lehrhaupt had died in 1994 – killed in a motorcycle accident just weeks before the first film began shooting. Before Midnight is, belatedly, dedicated to her memory.”
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
Jim Morrison
“I love her randomness.”
“Tell me about a time she was random.”
“Three hours ago. I went to pick her up, and I found her double-dutching on the sidewalk with some kids. Then she went inside and came out wearing this.”
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“You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”
— Kafka
“Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are.
Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.”
— Marianne Williamson
“I exist in two places,
here and where you are”
Margaret Atwood
“Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.” —Nico Lang
“The thing I love about you (ok, it’s one thing. one stone in a rock yard of things) is that you have this dream and you don’t let it deflate and stagnate like I do. You don’t lift your skirt and step over it to the petty, self-inflated demands of the day, like I do. You don’t keep it precious and shelved and preserved, like I do. Your thing is smoothed out in front of you, constantly, like a map of the battles you intend to wage by night. And win by daybreak.
We are here, because you are fearless. Because you consider nothing impossible. Because you show up, and work and stay the course and steady the ship and keep watch on the horizon, unsleeping. And whether dry land appears or not, you prepare for it as if it lies under the next swell. Because one day, it will lie under the next swell.”
