To live is to engage in experience at least partly on the terms of the experience itself. One has to stick his neck out in the action without any guarantees about satisfaction or safety. One never knows how it will come out or how silly he will look, but the neurotic type wants these guarantees. He doesn’t want to risk his self-image. Rank calls this very aptly the “self-willed over-valuation of self” whereby the neurotic tries to cheat nature. He won’t pay the price that nature wants of him: to age, fall ill or be injured, and die. Instead of living experience he ideates it; instead of arranging it in action he works it all out in his head.
4. Earth and Sky
“Lunch time, mateys. Let’s see what Aunty Jayne packed for us.”
Gentle waves lap up to the boat as we dig into the basket.
“Ah, there’s a cold beer in here,” he says. “Must be for you, Zain.”
Zain giggles.
“No? You want it, Shayda?”
The kids giggle even louder.
“Mum doesn’t drink, silly,” says Natasha.
“Natasha!” Since when does she act so familiar around strangers?
“It’s okay mum. Troy’s cool,” she replies.
“Yeah, mum. I’m cool.” He pulls the tab.
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"The Painted Veil(2006)" filminden
''It was silly of us to look for qualities in each other that we never had.''
Ballad
Hear the ballad “Murdered Woman
Suddenly Gets Up from Chair.”
It’s an honest ballad, penned
neither to shock nor offend.
The thing happened fair and square,
with curtains open, lamps all lit:
Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not?
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Ren has never been a boy. Even when he was younger, he was braver, stronger, more attractive than any of the boys who think they’re men but are still just silly little children. He carries this melancholy melody inside him that just makes me want to protect him and have him protect me at the same time. When he touches me, it’s like fire. When he kisses me, it’s like drowning. When he pushes me down and thrusts inside me, it’s like falling into space, trusting him to never let you go, all the while hoping he will let you fall and then fall right along with you.
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