domingo, 10 de junho de 2012

Wrong impressions and things left unsaid

Hello, hello.

Darcy and Lizzy are in dire straits at this point of Friendship of a special kind or 'How William Darcy persuaded Lizzy Bennett to love again.' It´s a difficult time for them, a time to reevaluate and choose what to do next.
'I'm not sure how to react, this pressure, Love...'


'No pressure, Liz. Our life is not a pressure.'

Anything counts, for the wrong reasons. Anything can hurt more their bruised hearts. A sly look, a half word, unintended remark. Wrong impressions can be powerful.

There are lovely songs about that, like Natlie Imbruglia's Wrong impressions.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

Fyodor Dostoevsky


Things left unsaid are ballistic. Those can lead to wrong impressions, that lead to certainties, that lead to disaster.

Sometimes one creates a dynamic impression by saying something, and sometimes one creates as significant an impression by remaining silent.

Dalai Lama

Clarisse Lispector, a diva of Brazilian lit said that:

When you love it's not necessary to understand what goes on outside since everything goes on inside of you.

Quando se ama não é preciso entender o que se passa lá fora, pois tudo passa a acontecer dentro de nós.

 

Yes but, what if we are in a bad trip? What if we think we are on the spot all the time, always on the verge of doom?


Legião urbana sings:

I've cut myself in a thousand pieces   Me fiz em mil pedaços
So you would glue together  
Pra você juntar
And I always searched  
E queria sempre achar
Explanation for what I felt   
Explicação pro que eu sentia.
Like a fallen angel   
Como um anjo caído
I forced myself to foget   
Fiz questão de esquecer
That self lie   
Que mentir pra si mesmo
Is always the worst kind of lie   
É sempre a pior mentira,
But  I'm not anymore   
Mas não sou mais
Such a child to pretend to know it all  
Tão criança a ponto de saber tudo.


I finish with another perfect quote, Clarice knew about stuff.

Passei a vida tentando corrigir os erros que cometi na minha ânsia de acertar.

I spent my life trying to right the mistakes I made on my eagerness to succeed.


 Well, let's wait and see how they'll work it out.

'Black bird' by The Beatles was this chapter's song. I love it... So poetic...


Disclaimer: All images were found on Google.