Cocosse

“Of which beauty will you speak? There are many: there are a thousand: there is one for every look, for every spirit, adapted to each taste, to each particular constitution.”

There are those who love to get dirty and fix things They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work,

And those who stay clean, just appreciate things, At breakfast they have milk and juice at night.

“Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.”

[…] You don’t remember what to say You don’t remember what to do You don’t remember which way to go You don’t remember who to choose You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down

“Silence is sometimes an argument of consent.”

Jean Seberg on set of Bonjour Tristesse, 1958

“A baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms.”

“Seeing ourselves clearly is the project of a lifetime.”

“I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”

(Ποιος είπε ότι ο Θεός απαιτεί πλούτο ή υψηλή αισθητική για να τον γνωρίσεις;) Δεν θυμάμαι καμία άλλη γεύση να φέρνει πιο κοντά στην ουσία της τον έρωτα, καμία. Εικάζω πως στον καθένα ο ερωτισμός θα’ χει άλλη γεύση, φράουλας ή σοκολάτας ή ακόμα και βασιλικού […]

“It is easy to become a father, but very difficult to be a father.”

“There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

Homer

“Occupation means that you cannot trust the OPEN SKY, or any open street near to the gates of snipers tower. It means that you cannot trust the future or have faith that the past will always be there.”

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