Where Do I Begin.... Yes, where do i begin with this post.
One of my favourite authors passed on last sunday morning.
Dear Mr. Erich Wolf Segal, rest in peace. May God bless you, like how much you have blessed us with your wonderful "Love Story" and "The Class".
Harimau mati meninggalkan belang, manusia mati meninggalkan kata-kata...
Love Story
"What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you, " she answered. "Listen, I wouldn't ask you." "That, "she replied "is what makes you stupid"
"What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me"
"True love comes quietly, without banners of flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked"
"Love means never having to say you're sorry"
The Class
"Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any defeat into victory"
"Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fatal?"
p.s. Last sunday, i was dizzy the whole day - yes, now I know - they were just too many souls passed on to the Other Side. To make it even more emotionally dizzying, I watched "P.S. I Love You", again and then, on monday, read about Corrine Bailey Rae losing her husband in 2008 and Love Story's author died on Sunday. It's de javu - losing the one you loved - i feel forever wrecked. Somehow, having gone through such experience, I don't think I'm scared to go through this life - just stronger even when it's a lonely journey.
6 comments:
what doesn't kill us makes us stronger .... livestrong!
Dear Bro
How true! Thanks for these enocuraging words....
I am unabashed to say I had enjoyed Segal's works and movie dramatisation when young.
With the light touch but shimmering depth that are redolent of Bach (Richard Livingston Seagull), Coelho (Like The Flowing River) and even Pirsig (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance), Segal's works draw attention to something uniquely human that recesses between the pockets of awareness that come alive when we meet someone special.
Segal's first-famous novel touchingly captures the beauty of a love that transcends time and appeals to our deepest souls.
When I came out of the cinema hall, there was a lump on my throat and a sigh which could not lift itself from the chest...I remember that because I can relate to it.
However I wish Segal has been kinder to us unfortunate souls...and just write in a happy ending instead. Stop fate in its track, put a brake on the final separation, freeze time and 'make it happen, make it last, make it stamp the mark of permanence on this frivolous and flippant world, make it something which our humanity can celebrate, make it a living joy for lonely couples thrown together by quicksilver fate on this sad planet....
I believe there comes a time in each person's life when events, stars, even forces we feel exist to individually lift us up when we are down...these things suddenly align themselves to create a new path for us to reach out and touch someone whose time has come to appear in our lives.
But what happens after the first magical moments is another story. Segal has written his version. Others have written their versions. We can make our own version. It is a matter of choice, and choices are best made when the heart finally takes its own courage to open up without hedging protective bets behind layers and edifices of compartments.
Without reading tragic love stories, we already know Life is indeed short. The memories we have of those so many years ago will still be the same memories we will have when it is our turn to go.
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As Mclean had sung..
"the book of life is brief, and once a page is read, all but Love is dead, that is my belief.'
Life is about loving.
Dear Hafiz
That is really inspiringly beautiful and may i rephrase the word "unfortunate" to "fortunate" because though the loss is painful, still sharing our time with the dearly departed soul, through ups and downs and yet remained devoted for each other, will remain the best time in our life.
For that, we are the fortunate ones for God has taught us how beautiful love could me, regardless how short it lingers in our short life in this world.
Thanks for the words.
Dear fi-sha,
May i say separations can never be happy endings and its price exacted on mortals for even beautiful memories that are left as abbreviations, like a sentence without an end, is too high for those who have to continue breathing, feeling and living.
To have love and lost is excruciating pain for those who have truly loved.
Just as the memory is sweet, the remembrance of the great moments is painful at the same time, one nullifying the other.
-sigh- enough of me, Miss Fi-sha.
Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.....
:)
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