doesn’t matter what you’ve heard, impossible is not a word, it’s just a reason for someone not to try
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“You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. Every time you don’t throw yourself down the stairs, that’s a choice. Every time you don’t crash your car, you re-enlist.”
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n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
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La Jetée, 1962
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“Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren’t. I’m not surprised some people prefer books.”
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“I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run around her empty house without any clothes on, even once she was too old for that. Nothing embarrassed her. I admired that so much, because everything embarrassed me, and that hurt me. She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, while I watched her jump, the seams burst. Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?”
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…something else that fascinates me about Cary Grant is the way he was simultaneously elusive and friendly. I’ll always remember reading about Audrey Hepburn’s first meeting with him at a restaurant before filming for Charade began, their first and only film together. Audrey was nervous and told him so. He responded, “Don’t be…I’m thrilled to know you. Here, sit down…Put your hands on the table, palms up, put your head down and take a few deep breaths.” When Audrey put her head down she spilled a bottle of wine all over Cary’s cream suit. She was mortified, of course, and Audrey later recalled that he “nonchalantly removed his jacket and pretended, very convincingly, that the stain would simply go away.” The next day he sent her caviar and a note telling her not to feel bad, as she had apologized profusely since the incident. She also said that Cary gave her a simple piece of advice during their time together, and by sharing it with her I think he was sharing it with the world: she said, “He laid his hand on my two hands and said, ‘You’ve got to learn to like yourself a little more.’ I’ve often thought about that.”
From a post I wrote last year on The Girl Who Stole the Eiffel Tower ~ Cary Grant: Style Icon.
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