Everything on earth is a continual ebb, nothing can keep a fixed and constant form; and our affections, attached to external things, necessarily change with them. Always before or behind us, they recall the past, which is no more or anticipate the future, which perhaps will never be: in all there is nothing solid to which the heart can cleave. Neither have we here below scarcely any other than passing pleasure; as to continual happiness, I doubt if it is known. There is hardly a single instant of our liveliest enjoyments of which the heart can truly say,"I wish this instant would last for ever." And how then can we call a fugitive state happy which leaves uneasiness and void in the heart, which leaves regret for something preceding, and hope for something after it? -Rousseau
Monsieur McQueen, Monsieur Ryan, Monsieur McEllan
damien rice, hey rosetta!, snow patrol, dropkick murphy's, carla bruni, schoolyard heroes, portugal the man, pierre guimard
Closer, Last Days, Garden State, Band of Brothers, Harrison's Flowers, Everything Is Illuminated
Sundance, IFC
J'adore
My dad, Mary Poppins