27 Janvāris 2013 @ 01:28
...from womb to tomb, our lives are not our own...  

Kroč, Cloud Atlas ķipa skatos ja .. Garš gabals un smadzeņu sprindzeklis. Bet patīk, patīk. Vai es pamācījos? Jā. Pierakstus pievilku tuvāk sev. Virtuvē uz galda stāv, lai pīpejot ir kur iemest aci. Nu un tā pamazām, kamēr viela būs atkārtota.

Bet kroč Cloud Atlas, ja.

''Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.''

''A half-finished book is, after all, a half finished love affair.''

''Fear, belief, love phenomena that determined the course of our lives. These forces begin long before we are born and continue after we perish''

''Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.''

''I believe we do not stay dead long.''