blue eyed leopard

“Angels. They’re falling!”

Fri, 24 May 2013 15:11:42 +0000

“Angels. They’re falling!”

“You had to live without love for many years, didn’t...

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:48:42 +0000

“You had to live without love for many years, didn’t you? You felt that it was snatched away, that I left you too soon.”

“You did leave too soon.”

“There was a reason to it all.”

“How could there be a reason? You died. You were forty-seven. You were the best person any of us knew, and you died and you lost everything. And I lost everything. I lost the only woman I ever loved.”

“No, you didn’t. I was right here. And you loved me anyway. Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end Eddie,” she said. “Love doesn’t.“

Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 00:32:22 +0000

Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Harry: So how come you broke up with Sheldon?Sally: Well, if you...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 00:30:25 +0000

Harry: So how come you broke up with Sheldon?
Sally: Well, if you must know, it was because he was very jealous, and I had these days-of-the-week underpants. (…) They had the days of the week on them, and I thought they were sort of funny. And then one day Sheldon says to me, “You never wear Sunday.” He’s all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left Sunday? And I told him, and he didn’t believe me.
Harry: What?
Sally: They don’t make Sunday.
Harry: Why not?
Sally: Because of God.

“Back Where You Belong” by Jack Vettriano

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 00:03:17 +0000

“Back Where You Belong” by Jack Vettriano

кошка (Koska) doesn’t care much for photos!

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 00:01:40 +0000

кошка (Koska) doesn’t care much for photos!

Midnight Thoughts

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 01:13:50 +0000

If there is one thing he’s taught me, is that more often than not people that should have no...

Verdell ♥

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 00:38:11 -0100

Verdell ♥

Melvin Udall: “I might be the only person on the face of...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 00:36:50 -0100

Melvin Udall: “I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you’re the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer - Spence. And in every single thought that you have and how you say what you mean and how you almost always mean something that’s all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you ,and I watch them wondering how they can watch you bring their food and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good(…) about me!”

“Still there, still there, gone!” ♥ #uhoh

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 00:31:41 -0100

“Still there, still there, gone!” ♥ #uhoh

“Hi. I’m Ted Mosby, and exactly 45 days from now, you and I are...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 21:32:05 -0100

“Hi. I’m Ted Mosby, and exactly 45 days from now, you and I are going to meet, and we’re going to fall in love and we’re going to get married and we’re going to have two kids. And we’re going to love them and each other so much. All that is 45 days away. But I’m here now, I guess, because I want those extra 45 days…with you. I want each one of them. Look, and if I can’t have them, I’ll take the 45 seconds before your boyfriend shows up and punches me in the face. Because I love you. I am always going to love you. Until the end of my days and beyond. You’ll see”

Ted: Well, I think I’m gonna head home. Barney: I...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 21:14:36 -0100

Ted: Well, I think I’m gonna head home.

Barney: I understand.

Ted: What, you’re not gonna try and stop me?

Barney: And how would I try and stop you?

Ted: I don’t know, by telling me life is short and if you ever come across a beautiful exciting crazy moment in it you gotta seize it while you can before that moment is gone.

Barney: Ted, this moment already is gone. The whole Minnesota Tidal Wave thing happened five years ago, it’s just a memory. And the rest of this? Never happened. Right now, Marshall and Lily are upstairs, trying to get Marvin to go back to sleep. Robin and I are trying to decide on a caterer. And you’ve been sitting here all night, staring at a single ticket to Robots vs Wrestlers because the rest of us couldn’t come out. Look around. Ted, you’re all alone.

Robin: Marshall it doesn’t matter cause you’d lose...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 21:07:47 -0100

Robin: Marshall it doesn’t matter cause you’d lose anyway. And you know why? Cause I’m Sparkles, bitch!

"Write, write, write until your soul is healed!"

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 01:55:20 -0100

“Write, write, write until your soul is healed!” - Blue Eyed Leopard

"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself."

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 23:30:07 -0100

“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” - Josh...

Hollywood 46, California [Redacted]12 October, 1955Dear Marcus...

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 22:44:20 -0100

Hollywood 46, California
[Redacted]

12 October, 1955

Dear Marcus and Mrs. Winslow:

I shall never forget that silent town on that particular sunny day. And I shall never forget the care with which people set their feet down — so carefully on the pavements — as if the sound of a suddenly scraped heel might disturb the sleep of a boy who slept soundly. And the whispering. Do you remember one voice raised beyond a whisper in all those reverential hours of goodbye? I don’t. A whole town struck silent, a whole town with love filling its throat, a whole town wondering why there had been so little time in which to give the love away.

Gandhi once said that if all those doomed people at Hiroshima had lifted their faces to the plane that hovered over them and if they had sent up a single sigh of spiritual protest, the pilot would not have dropped his bomb. That may or may not be. But I am sure, I am certain, I know — that the great wave of warmth and affection that swept upward from Fairmount has wrapped itself around that irresistible phantom securely and forever.

Nor shall I forget the land he grew on or the stream he fished, or the straight, strong, gentle people whom he loved to talk about into the nights when he was away from them. His great-grandma whose eyes have seen half of America’s history, his grandparents, his father, his treasured three of you — four generations for the coiling of a spring — nine decades of living evidence of seed and turning earth and opening kernel. It was a solid background and one to be envied. The spring, released, flung him into our lives and out again. He burned an unforgettable mark in the history of his art and changed it as surely as Duse, in her time, changed it.

A star goes wild in the places beyond air — a dark star born of coldness and invisible. It hits the upper edges of our atmosphere and look! It is seen! It flames and arcs and dazzles. It goes out in ash and memory. But its after-image remains in our eyes to be looked at again and again. For it was rare. And it was beautiful. And we thank God and nature for sending it in front of our eyes.

So few things blaze. So little is beautiful. Our world doesn’t seem equipped to contain its brilliance too long. Ecstasy is only recognizable when one has experienced pain. Beauty only exists when set against ugliness. Peace is not appreciated without war ahead of it. How we wish that life could support only the good. But it vanishes when its opposite no longer exists as a setting. It is a white marble on unmelting snow. And Jimmy stands clear and unique in a world where much is synthetic and dishonest and drab. He came and rearranged our molecules.

I have nothing of Jim’s — nothing to touch or look at except the dried mud that clung to my shoes — mud from the farm that grew him — and a single kernel of seed corn from your barn. I have nothing more than this and I want nothing more. There is no need to touch something he touched when I can still feel his hand on me. He gave me his faith, unquestioningly and trustfully — once when he said he would play in REBEL because he knew I wanted him to, and once when he tried to get LIFE to let me write his biography. He told me he felt I understood him and if LIFE refused to let me do the text for the pictures Dennis took, he would refuse to let the magazine do a spread on him at all. I managed to talk him out of that, knowing that LIFE had to use its own staff writers, but will never forget how I felt when he entrusted his life to me. And he gave me, finally, the gift of his art. He spoke my words and played my scenes better than any other actor of our time or of our memory could have done. I feel that there are other gifts to come from him — gifts for all of us. His influence did not stop with his breathing. It walks with us and will profoundly affect the way we look at things. From Jimmy I have already learned the value of a minute. He loved his minutes and I shall now love mine.

These words aren’t clear. But they are clearer than what I could have said to you last week.

I write from the depths of my appreciation — to Jimmy for having touched my life and opened my eyes — to you for having grown him all those young years and for having given him your love — to you for being big enough and humane enough to let me come into your grief as a stranger and go away a friend.

When I drove away the sky at the horizon was yellowing with twilight and the trees stood clean against it. The banks of flowers covering the grave were muted and grayed by the coming of evening and had yielded up their color to the sunset. I thought — here’s where he belongs — with this big darkening sky and this air that is thirst-quenching as mountain water and this century of family around him and the cornfield crowding the meadow where his presence will be marked. But he’s not in the meadow. He’s out there in the corn. He’s hunting the winter’s rabbit and the summer’s catfish. He has a hand on little Mark’s shoulder and a sudden kiss for you. And he has my laughter echoing his own at the great big jokes he saw and showed to me — and he’s here, living and vivid and unforgettable forever, far too mischievous to lie down long.

My love and gratitude, to you and young Mark,

Stewart

Proof that Hollywood does not belong exclusively to the young!

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 14:04:16 -0100

Proof that Hollywood does not belong exclusively to the young!

Douglas Ainslie: “One wants to trust in general...

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 14:00:00 -0100

Douglas Ainslie: “One wants to trust in general don’t you think? But you never really know”
Evelyn Greenslade: “I met my husband the day the fair came to town. My girlfriend and I went on the carousel and her horse was fine, but when the ride started I felt mine give a little, as if it might collapse. And then suddenly, I felt these arms around me, and a voice in my ear said “Just trust me”, and I did. Without question, till the day he died. (…) So, no, you’re right. You never know.”

"Ámame en diciembre lo mismo que me amas en mayo."

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 00:05:11 -0100

“Ámame en diciembre lo mismo que me amas en mayo.” - Miguel Mihura

"Give me a pen and my heart will bleed our story into paper."

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 23:22:00 -0100

“Give me a pen and my heart will bleed our story into paper.” - Blue Eyed Leopard