Dead poets society
John Keating: Close your eyes - closure! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see.
Todd Anderson: I... I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me.
John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman.
Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
John Keating: Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something!
Todd Anderson: His hands reach out and choke me.
John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful!
Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling.
John Keating: What's he mumbling?
Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth... Truth's like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket!
Todd Anderson: Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail and cry and scream!
[class appauds]
John Keating: Don't you forget this.
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[Quoting Henry David Thoreau]
Neil: I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
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The time comes you have to pay for your unconquerable soul. You pay the price and you pay not gladly but willingly.
Because you know as Todd says that form the moment you come crying in this world you will search for truth, the truth.
So let there be light as Multivac says in the Last Question. Dedication to knowledge and truth and spirituality demands a quality you are born with I come to conclude.
You are born a dreamer you do not become one.
Forget those who boast about their 'intelligence', their 'quality', their 'dreams'.
Dreams are sufficient in themselves. Dreams are not about wealth, not about sex, not about jobs. Dreams are about the eternal universal truths, about the never ending galaxies, about uncounted cosmic particles traveling from the Big Bang to the ends of the universe. About Magellan's clouds and poetry by Walt Whitman and Da Vinci's paintings.
Dreams are about never ending journeys, new and better songs, stars always bright in night skies, hot chocolate (irrelevant), smiles, birth, love, strangers you meet in far away lands that you love, warm blankets in soft mattresses, pillow fights, dances, clear blue seas, golden summers, kids smiling under the sun in some Aegean island, fireworks, presents under the Xmas tree, the Galaxy in the night sky, a pair of eyes you love, knowledge, dolphins, blue, and Love.
As Walt Whitman says (again) when I give I give myself. An act of courage or a fool's act? I say truth is the only path to follow. The only virtue.
“I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you”
Rejoice for you are here, now, alive and there is still time for your verse.
Carpe diem....Most men live lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Do you weep to this verse?
Todd Anderson: I... I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me.
John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman.
Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
John Keating: Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something!
Todd Anderson: His hands reach out and choke me.
John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful!
Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling.
John Keating: What's he mumbling?
Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth... Truth's like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket!
Todd Anderson: Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail and cry and scream!
[class appauds]
John Keating: Don't you forget this.
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[Quoting Henry David Thoreau]
Neil: I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
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The time comes you have to pay for your unconquerable soul. You pay the price and you pay not gladly but willingly.
Because you know as Todd says that form the moment you come crying in this world you will search for truth, the truth.
So let there be light as Multivac says in the Last Question. Dedication to knowledge and truth and spirituality demands a quality you are born with I come to conclude.
You are born a dreamer you do not become one.
Forget those who boast about their 'intelligence', their 'quality', their 'dreams'.
Dreams are sufficient in themselves. Dreams are not about wealth, not about sex, not about jobs. Dreams are about the eternal universal truths, about the never ending galaxies, about uncounted cosmic particles traveling from the Big Bang to the ends of the universe. About Magellan's clouds and poetry by Walt Whitman and Da Vinci's paintings.
Dreams are about never ending journeys, new and better songs, stars always bright in night skies, hot chocolate (irrelevant), smiles, birth, love, strangers you meet in far away lands that you love, warm blankets in soft mattresses, pillow fights, dances, clear blue seas, golden summers, kids smiling under the sun in some Aegean island, fireworks, presents under the Xmas tree, the Galaxy in the night sky, a pair of eyes you love, knowledge, dolphins, blue, and Love.
As Walt Whitman says (again) when I give I give myself. An act of courage or a fool's act? I say truth is the only path to follow. The only virtue.
“I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you”
Rejoice for you are here, now, alive and there is still time for your verse.
Carpe diem....Most men live lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. Do you weep to this verse?
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