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Friday, September 22, 2006

The Hours - Happiness

Clarissa Vaughn: I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

4 comments:

xary said...

oh clarissa... oh virginia woolf... oh michael cunningham... oh mrs dalloway... oh, the hours.


perfect. love every single frame, word, feeling of this (these) book (s) and of the film.

love to death.

big kiss*

marina said...

oh the hours... que livro perfeito...

lindolindo

:) ************

Martinha said...

=)

curioso como os pensamentos às vezes se cruzam e se encaixam na perfeição nos posts dos blogs.

estive a ver o filme hoje. outra vez. (porque o dvd saiu no expresso.lol. e porque me apeteceu imenso vê-lo)

sim. lembrei-me das aulas de teoria da literatura. lembrei-me do livro. e abrandei o ritmo do olhar e da alma quando a Clarissa disse essa frase.

lindo. assustadoramente lindo. mas lindo.

=)

thanks Manata. tens o poder de trazer ao de cima memórias particulares muito boas. e até marcantes de tão simples.

muitos muitos beijinhos

sancie said...

The most beautiful book ever! (though I lend mine to someone and I have no idea who :S)

I got the movie yesterday!

yay!!!

:D***************