Existentialism in Cinema

The dead hours, empty passages, the fleeting

and poignant desire to hear no more, to see no more,

to remain silent and motionless.

He wanted to believe that his own lack of movement 

had stopped all movement in the world,

the way a hibernating frog abolishes winter.

We never get used to things, never feel content.

I find that just when we finally get something,

we're craving something else.

That's why the world grows wicked.

It is so quiet out here, it is the quietest place in the world.

Life flows too slowly on me. So I speed it up. I set it right.

The sky darkens, then goes all dark. 

The dogs howl, rabbits hunch down, the deer run in panic, 

run, stampede in fright. And in this awful, 

incomprehensible dusk, even the birds... the birds too 

are confused and go to roost. And then...

Complete silence. Everything that lives is still.

You mean more to me than any scientific truth.

I'm afraid of everything - birds, storms - and now, this great fear of death...

What did she say?

She said destroy.

It will always remain a mystery why there was no eruption. 

Never before in the history of vulcanology,

when signals of such magnitude measures, 

and yet nothing happened.

If you look at the four seasons, each season brings fruit.

In summer, there's fruit, in autumn, too. Winter brings 

different fruit and spring, too. No mother can fill her fridge

with such a variety of fruit for her children. No mother can do

as much for her children as God does for His creatures. 

You want to refuse all that? You want to give it all up?

You want to give up the taste of cherries?

If she dies in an air raid,

her bones will be just

thrown into the Naka River.

But if she gets killed during an operation, 

she'd be a human sacrifice for medicine.

All my life, I've been going around waiting for something.

I've felt as if the living I've done so far hasn't actually

been real life. But a long wait for it.

Two people shouldn't know each other too well 

if they want to fall in love. 

Sadness is the only beauty that lasts.

I am letting you into the secret of all secrets,

mirrors are gates through which death comes and goes.

Moreover if you see your whole life in a mirror you will

see death at work as you see bees behind the glass in a hive. 

People want to be loved; failing that admired;

failing that feared; failing that hated and despised.

They want to evoke some sort of sentiment.

The soul shudders before oblivion

and seeks connection at any price.

Je rentre à la maison.

I continued my stroll

around Saint-Germain,

determined to walk

until love overwhelmed me.

I believe a lot of little miracles happen secretly.

The icy water of the ponds and ruins fill the hallows of

the mass graves, a frigid and muddy water, as murky as our 

memory. War nods off to sleep, but keeps one eye always open.

Isn't life disappointing?

I meet you. I remember you. Who are you?

What tears? What sadness?

I’m not sad, not sad at all.

I don’t cry. I’m never sad.