The Shawshank Redemption

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.

Forrest Gump

Jenny Curran: Were you scared in Vietnam?
Forrest Gump: Yes. Well, I-I don't know. Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out... and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water... like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It's so beautiful.
Jenny Curran: I wish I could've been there with you.
Forrest Gump: You were.

Mein Kampf

After the death of my mother, I came to Vienna for the third time. This visit was destined to last several years. Since I had been there before, I had recovered my old calm and resoluteness. The former self assurance had come back, and I had my eyes steadily fixed on my goal. I would be an architect. Obstacles are placed across our path in life, not to be boggled at but to be surmounted. And I was fully determined to surmount these 0bstacles, having the picture of my father constantly before my mind, who had raised himself by his own efforts to the position of civil servant though he was the poor son of village shoemaker. I had a better start, and possibilities of struggling through were better. At that time my lot in life seemed to me a harsh one; but today I see in it the wise workings of Providence. The Goddess of fate clutched me in her hands and often threatened to smash me; but the will grew stronger as the obstacles increased, and finally the will triumphed.
I am thankful to that period of me life, because it hardened me & enabled me to be as tough as I now am. And I am more thankful because I appreciate the fact that I was thus saved from the emptiness of life of ease and that a mother’s darling was taken from tender arms and handed to Adversity as to a new mother. Though I then rebelled against it as too hard a fate, I am grateful that I was thrown out into a world of misery and poverty and thus came to know the people for whom I was afterwords to fight.
I had no other pleasure in my life except my books. I read a great deal then, and I pondered deeply over what I read. All the free time after work was devoted exclusively to study. Thus within few years; I was able to acquire a stock of knowledge which I find useful even today.
But more than that. During those years a view of life and definite outlook of the world took shape in my mind. These became the granite basis of my conduct at that time. Since then I have extended my foundation only very little, and I have changed nothing in it.

On the contrary: I am firmly convince today that, generally speaking, it is in youth that men lay the essential groundwork of their creative thought, were that creative thought exists. I make the distinction between the wisdom of age-which can only arise from the grater profundity and foresight that are based on experience of a long life- and the creative genius of youth, which blossoms out in thought and ideas with inexhaustible fertility, without being able to put these into practice immediately, because of their very superabundance. These furnish the building materials and plans for the future; and it is from them that age takes the stone and builds the edifice, unless the so called wisdom of the years may have smothered the creative genius of youth.

Years of studying and suffering in Vienna
Mein Kampf
Adolf Hitler

I am Everything, and you will never know that.

In the hospital, love had spoken to me: “I am everything and I am nothing. I am the wind,
and I cannot enter windows and doors that are shut.”
And I said to love: “But I am open to you.”
And love said to me: “The wind is made of air. There is air inside your house, but
everything is shut up. The furniture will get covered in dust, the damp will ruin the
paintings and stain the walls. You will continue to breathe, you will know a small part of
me, but I am not a part, I am Everything, and you will never know that.”

The Zahir