It was the best…

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.

– Charles Dickens
A tale of two cities

If you can keep…

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

– Rudyard Kipling
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rewards_and_Fairies

Vivre sa vie!!

Vivre sa vie(my life to live)

Hitting the keys of keyboard, hearing over the pro-technicalities of the instructor, I was loitering over the french arts and literature like a amateur flaneur.

I came over the series of quotes by the noted french director Jean-Luc Godard,one of the founding members of the Nouvelle Vague- the french new wave.

 

 

  • Photography is truth. Cinema is truth twenty-four times per second.
  • Cinema is the most beautiful fraud in the world.
  • A story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end . . . but not necessarily in that order.
  • To me, style is just the outside of content, and the content the inside of style, like the outside and the inside of the human body. Both go together, they can’t be separated.
  • All you need for a movie is a gun and a girl.
  • A tracking shot is a moral act.
  • Films are the only things by which to look inside people, and that’s why people are so fond of movies and why they’ll never die.
  • I mix images and sounds like a scientist, I hope. The mystery of the scientific is the same as the mystery of the artist. So is the misery. 
  • To be or not to be. That’s not really a question. 

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