Today was a day totally dedicated to wilfing. It all started with the early morning momentary decision to resume watching 'Shawshank Redemption'; friday night's leftover! A masterpiece no one can deny.A classic worth watching again and again. At the end of each viewing many lines from the movie keep popping up now and then ..
'Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies'
They say it has no memory.That's where I want to live the rest of my life.A warm place with no memory..
Salvation lies within
There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I'm the guy who can get it for you.
..prison life consists of routine, and then more routine'...
..those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It.. made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free...
'I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away,the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend
Andy Dufresne who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain
Striking lines to ruminate for a very long time.This is what movies in such settings can do to the viewers.From Great escape,Papillon,Rock, Schindler's list...to Saving private Ryan they set you thinking in a deeper realm.I went online to search for all my favourite quotes;powerful ones which hve changed many a perpective for me. Words have the power to build or break they say but I also believe in its bondage.The ability to bind the reader's mind and grant him his freedom.The freedom he is born with- to think of greater heights.
Wilfing on many days has eaten up my alloted 24 hrs but today it had a different take on me.I read and read into the day dawn to dusk on various things to the point of being eternally thankful for the ability to read, understand and write.It is simple! I know, but nevertheless powerful. Any thoughtful piece of writing leaves you pondering and unravels to you the language of your very own heart.
Reality bites:The human mind once stretched by an idea never regains its original dimension
Question of the day : How does this new fence look? ;)