Sofia
Jitka H.
Švýcarsko
email pozpátku: sgnitsahaktij (a) yahoo.com
45 bodů
Kdo jsem:
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Hodně vítám rozšíření topky a při brouzdání po rozličných profilech jsem už objevila několik zajímavých uživatelů, které jsem si do oblíbených ráda zařadila. Kritériem jsou u mě jen a jen zajímavé a hojné komentáře, nic víc. Osobně zde znám jen dva uživatele. Stav mé topky - 70 (k 30.1.2012).----------------Mám ráda moji Grace /knížky a všechno, co s tím souvisí - antikvariáty, knihovny, knihkupectví.../moře/bílé víno/plzeňské Jazz Rock Cafe/bílé růže/cestování (zatím jsem tak zhruba projela Evropu, USA a Austrálii)/jógu a Pilates/bouřky/PC adventury/Facebook / kýčovité západy slunce/sushi/ můj I-Phone/hotely
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Nemám ráda blbý, sobecký a arogantní lidi/narvanou MHD/pauzu v kině/ranní vstávání/knoflíky/dabing-----------------
TOP 5 knížky:
Alex Garland - Pláž
Anton Myrer - Poslední kabriolet
Mika Waltari - Egypťan Sinuhet
John Irving - Svět podle Garpa
George Orwell - 1984
právě čtu - Elena Gorokhova - The mountains of crumbs - memoáry ruské emigrantky na život v SSSR v 60. a 70. letech dočteno (2012) - Kathryn Stockett - Černobílý svět - 5/5
- Petra Soukupová - Marta v roce vetřelce - 3/5
- Martina Borger - Malá sestra - 3/5 - otřesný příběh týraného dítěte vyprávěný z pohledu dvanáctileté dívky. Přečteno za 2 dny, ale noční můry z toho budu mít ještě aspoň měsíc.
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A teď několik mých oblíbených filmových citací a scén:
"Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame." (Robbie - The Atonement)
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"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin... let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead. Put crepe bows 'round the necks of public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East, my West. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now, put out every one. Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good." (Matthew - Čtyři svatby a jeden pohřeb)
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"You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away." (Forrest Gump)
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"I do remember the first time I heard the sweetest voice in the wide world. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. She was like an angel. From that day on we was always together." (Forrest Gump)
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"You go down to the bottom of the sea, where the water isn't even blue anymore, where the sky is only a memory, and you float there, in the silence. And you stay there, and you decide, that you'll die for them. Only then do they start coming out. They come, and they greet you, and they judge the love you have for them. If it's sincere, if it's pure, they'll be with you, and take you away forever." (Jacques - Magická hlubina)
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"There is nothing to see. It is dark down there and cold. You will be alone. And I am here. I am real, I exist! Jacques, I love you. I am pregnant. Did you hear me?...Go...go and see, my love. "(Johanna - Magická hlubina)
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For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I'm suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I'm not leaving... maybe I'm going home. (Vincent - Gattaca)
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"What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?" (Oliver - Love story)
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"That woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die."(Budd - Kill Bill vol.1)
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"That... is Neverland."(J.M.Barrie - Finding Neverland)
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"I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold."(Karen Blixen - Vzpomínky na Afriku)
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"My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on mapswith the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness."(Katherine Clifton - Anglický pacient)
