Spirited Away (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
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Personally I am very pessimistic. But when, for instance, one of my staff has a baby you can’t help but bless them for a good future. Because I can’t tell that child, ‘Oh, you shouldn’t have come into this life.’ And yet I know the world is heading in a bad direction. So with those conflicting thoughts in mind, I think about what kind of films I should be making.
Hayao Miyazaki (via observando)
Quotes from Lolita that prove it’s NOT a love story.
- “How sweet it was to bring that coffee to her, and then deny it until she had done her morning duty.”
- “She said she loathed me. She made monstrous faces at me, inflating her cheeks and producing a diabolical plopping sound.”
- “She had entered my world, umber and black Humberland, with rash curiosity; she surveyed it with a shrug of amused distaste; and it seemed to me now that she was ready to turn away from it with something akin to plain repulsion.”
- “and it would take me hours of blandishes, threats and promises to make her lend me for a few seconds her brown limbs in the seclusion of the five-dollar room before undertaking anything she might prefer to my poor joy,”
- “She said I had attempted to violate her several times when I was her mothers’ roomer.”
- “Lo looked up with a semi-smile of surprise and without a word I delivered a tremendous backhand cut that caught her smack on her hot hard little cheek bone.”
- “Something within her been broken by me,”
- “He broke my heart, you merely broke my life,”
- “And I sat beside Dolly just behind that neck and that hair, and unbuttoned my overcoat and for sixty-five cents plus the permission to participate in the school play, had Dolly put her inky, chalky, red knuckled hand under the desk.”
- “Had I come before myself, I would have given Humbert at least thirty-five years
for rape, and dismissed the rest of the charges.”
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“Alas, I was unable to transcend the simple human fact that whatever spiritual solace I might find, whatever lithophanic eternities might be provided for me, nothing could make my Lolita forget the foul lust I had inflicted upon her. “
- “And her sobs in the night — every night, every night,”
- “How long did I think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together and never behaving like ordinary people?“
- “This was an orphan. This was a lone child, an absolute waif, with whom a heavy-limbed, foul-smelling adult had had strenuous intercourse three times that very morning.”
- “If we two are found out, you will be analyzed and institutionalized. You will dwell, my Lolita will dwell, with thirty-nine other dopes in a dirty dormitory under the supervision of hideous matrons.”
- “When, during our longer stops, I would relax after a particularly violent morning in bed, and out of the goodness of my lulled heart allow her- indulgent Hum!- to visit the rose garden or children’s library across the street.”
- “Pulease, leave me alone, will you,” you would say. “For Christ’s sake, leave me alone,”
- “I had just retracted some silly promise she had forced me to make in a moment of blind impatient passion, and there she was sprawling and sobbing, and pinching my caressing hand, and I was laughing happily.”
- “I would satisfy myself that the damned staff had at last finished cleaning up our cottage; whereupon, flashing a smile to the sky, dark-hair page girl of my princess and thrusting my fatherly fingers deep into Lo’s hair from behind, and then gently but firmly clasping them around the nape of her neck, I would lead my reluctant pet to our small home for a quick connection before dinner.”
- “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the majority of sex offenders that hanker for some throbbing, sweet-moaning, physical but not necessarily coital, relation with a girl-child, are innocuous, inadequate, passive, timid strangers who merely ask the community to allow them to pursue their practically harmless, so-called aberrant behavior, their little hot wet private acts of sexual deviation without the police and society cracking down upon them.”
These are just a few of many quotes that I feel people need to remember before classing Lolita as a “love story” or speaking about “wanting their own Humbert”.
me: harry my lil baby angel cupcake
harry: *straddles and grinds on a metal railing while flipping his hair back seductively*
me: lil pumpkin dumpling baby sweet potato
Quotes from Lolita that prove it’s NOT a love story.
- “How sweet it was to bring that coffee to her, and then deny it until she had done her morning duty.”
- “She said she loathed me. She made monstrous faces at me, inflating her cheeks and producing a diabolical plopping sound.”
- “She had entered my world, umber and black Humberland, with rash curiosity; she surveyed it with a shrug of amused distaste; and it seemed to me now that she was ready to turn away from it with something akin to plain repulsion.”
- “and it would take me hours of blandishes, threats and promises to make her lend me for a few seconds her brown limbs in the seclusion of the five-dollar room before undertaking anything she might prefer to my poor joy,”
- “She said I had attempted to violate her several times when I was her mothers’ roomer.”
- “Lo looked up with a semi-smile of surprise and without a word I delivered a tremendous backhand cut that caught her smack on her hot hard little cheek bone.”
- “Something within her been broken by me,”
- “He broke my heart, you merely broke my life,”
- “And I sat beside Dolly just behind that neck and that hair, and unbuttoned my overcoat and for sixty-five cents plus the permission to participate in the school play, had Dolly put her inky, chalky, red knuckled hand under the desk.”
- “Had I come before myself, I would have given Humbert at least thirty-five years
for rape, and dismissed the rest of the charges.”
-
“Alas, I was unable to transcend the simple human fact that whatever spiritual solace I might find, whatever lithophanic eternities might be provided for me, nothing could make my Lolita forget the foul lust I had inflicted upon her. “
- “And her sobs in the night — every night, every night,”
- “How long did I think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together and never behaving like ordinary people?“
- “This was an orphan. This was a lone child, an absolute waif, with whom a heavy-limbed, foul-smelling adult had had strenuous intercourse three times that very morning.”
- “If we two are found out, you will be analyzed and institutionalized. You will dwell, my Lolita will dwell, with thirty-nine other dopes in a dirty dormitory under the supervision of hideous matrons.”
- “When, during our longer stops, I would relax after a particularly violent morning in bed, and out of the goodness of my lulled heart allow her- indulgent Hum!- to visit the rose garden or children’s library across the street.”
- “Pulease, leave me alone, will you,” you would say. “For Christ’s sake, leave me alone,”
- “I had just retracted some silly promise she had forced me to make in a moment of blind impatient passion, and there she was sprawling and sobbing, and pinching my caressing hand, and I was laughing happily.”
- “I would satisfy myself that the damned staff had at last finished cleaning up our cottage; whereupon, flashing a smile to the sky, dark-hair page girl of my princess and thrusting my fatherly fingers deep into Lo’s hair from behind, and then gently but firmly clasping them around the nape of her neck, I would lead my reluctant pet to our small home for a quick connection before dinner.”
-
“And there were times that I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it.”
- “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the majority of sex offenders that hanker for some throbbing, sweet-moaning, physical but not necessarily coital, relation with a girl-child, are innocuous, inadequate, passive, timid strangers who merely ask the community to allow them to pursue their practically harmless, so-called aberrant behavior, their little hot wet private acts of sexual deviation without the police and society cracking down upon them.”
These are just a few of many quotes that I feel people need to remember before classing Lolita as a “love story” or speaking about “wanting their own Humbert”.
How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?
How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?
anybody can pull off cute fashions. not just slender petite little pale people with button noses and big eyes and delicate hands. more appreciation for big cuties and brown cuties and tall cuties and broad cuties and fat cuties and darkskinned cuties and and black cuties and round cuties and voluptuous cuties. you’re all cute and lovely and I hope you dress up however you want and feel great.
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