Blue Valentine - Blog Posts
Of lost chances, forbidden love and remorse.
It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Films in frame: Past lives, La la land, Fleabag, Normal People, In the mood for love, Atonement, Potrait of a lady on fire, Maurice, Blue Valentine, Her
I didn’t fall in love, I walked right into it with steady steps and eyes open to their limit. I’m standing in love, not fallen in it. I want you with my full awareness.
| Ghada al-Samman
During times of war
I want to say: I only love you, And I cling to you, Like the peel clings to a pomegranate, Like the tear clings to the eye, Like a knife that clings to the wound, And like a bullet that clings to my heart,
I love you…
~ Nizar Qabbani
One day
We’ll meet again You’ll look at me And while i look at you I won't feel a thing I'll walk past you With a smile on my face And inside you'll be dying because it took you too long to realize It was me
| Unknown
Lets agree on me loving you from a distance, And you being closer to my heart than my veins. And me being a stranger to whom you tell your troubles, And you being to my heart, the sweetest and dearest lover.
| Nizar Qabbani
You greet others with love,
while
I'm the one longing for you.
I feel the urge to shout to the world
the anguish of my soul,
The torments I’ve experienced,
all my sorrows-
I’m speaking of my suffering.
I’m speaking from the heart.
~ Close-up, Abbas Kiarostami
You say that I'm a masterpiece
that’s worth a thousand stars, a treasure, and that I am the most beautiful painting you had ever seen.
You build me a palace of illusion, in which I can only live in for a few moments.
Then, I return back to reality all alone with nothing but a few words.
Painting by - Edward Povey
Let me rest on your chest
Because I'm tired, just like you. let my name, address, who I am and my past years…all drown in our silence. Behind this door, a storm is chasing me, a dark winter is suffocating me, and the feet of the night are crushing me. I have no lover, nor a house to protect me from the flood. The winds of doubt carried me to you. So, shall I rest a little on your chest?
Or should I go back to my sorrows?
