Monday, December 1, 2014

I remember the days I felt hard to survive without you...
I tried hard to have you.. But I couldn't...
Even now you are not with me...
But that doesn't matter anymore..
Because the time of my life where I really wanted you by my side has already gone...
And even if I get you, I am not going to get those time back...

#NostalgicPen

Monday, September 29, 2014



I don't anymore believe in #FOREVER...
Because neither this word nor the people who promised it LAST LONG...

#NostalgicPen

Friday, August 29, 2014

#ChinarLeaf...


Their relationship started from strangers to friends and then to lovers. Now they both are more intimate like a married couple. They are South Indians and they made a trip to Kashmir as it was their long term wish. In the hotel room, he wrote names of hundred songs and asked her to select fifty of her favourite songs from it. The next day morning, he asked her to call and tell her parents that her phone would be switched off for the whole day. He called and told the same to his parents too. Food, he ordered reached, his room. Locking every thing in a locker, he just took his I pod, a bed sheet and the food. They both left the room while she was in a surprise to know what he was planning. He took her to a valley. The place was quite without any people. Under a Chinar tree, he spread the blanket. 
And then he told,
"For this whole day, there is not going to be anyone other. Its only you and I, under this Chinar tree..."
For the whole morning, she remained as his child that she lied in his lap talking about her happiness. Then they started to play their favourite songs and sang together with those. He played, "Yeh dil deewana hai" again and again as it was the most favourite of both. He got this idea only while hearing this song. Then in the afternoon, he remained as her child and he slept in her lap without speaking anything. Their favourite songs provided a perfect background music to their moments of love. Soon, he slept, and a leaf from the tree fell on his face. She took it. 

Soon after six months when she was in the treatment of cancer, she told him that she wanted a day like that of one under that Kashmir's Chinar tree again. They asked both of their parents to remain outside and come to them only in case of urgency. Locking the room, he pulled another bed near hers and started playing their favourite songs. Now they both were each other's child again. They both didn't speak much; silence accompanied them lovingly, as the way love accompanied them silently. 
She passed away in next month. In her diary that she had left for him, every page was written by her except one. And that page contained a Chinar leaf stuck to it....

 #NostalgicPen

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Kadhalar Dhinam Poem - Thabu Shankar

இந்த உலகத்தில் உள்ள எல்லா கண்ணாடியை விடவும் உன்னை அழகாக பிரதிபலிப்பவன் நான் தான்...

Of all the mirrors in the world, I am the one who reflects you most beautifully!!

Written by
# Thabu Shankar


Saturday, June 28, 2014

Change The World!

I love everyone who has ability to bring a change to this world... Maybe good or bad for they must be either son of God or son of Evil...

#NostalgicPen

Monday, April 7, 2014

Never Regretting Loving You...

We were born somewhere
We met one day…
I fell in love someway…
When your memories hurt my soul…
In the darkest place, I played the joker role…
Alone in the room I cried…
Along with the gang I smiled…
When moment by moment my toughest days unfold…
I will keep playing this role untold…
Then I would move on in my life someway...
Thinking about you, one day
I would die somewhere…
In all the times, I never regret loving you

When I know loving you has never been my option…







Sunday, April 6, 2014

But Then You Happened...

I used to sit in the park bench for a longer time…
Wait for the trains one after another…
Roam in the same street again and again…
Wondering if I could get in my life once again…
I failed everyday...
But then you happened…

Her image in my eyes hurt me more and more…
I hurt my heart with her memories day by day…
I wet my pillow with my tears night and night...
Thinking about her, I decayed with time…
Wondering if I could get over her ever in time…
I lost my hopes totally
But then you happened…

I remember the day you told me…
Lungs are so sweet… Please take care of it
And don’t spoil it with a toxic cigarette…
How much you used to care me...
You insisted, “A cigarette and a rose price the same
So, buy me a rose instead of buying you a cigarette
I will count the roses to know how much you love me…”
I used to feel my life is getting spoiled by fulfilling my own needs…
But then you happened…

Day by day I reduced a cigarette to buy you a red rose…
When your love showered my heart like a miraculous rain in deserts…
I reduced smoking to buy you basket of roses…
That day, when I quit smoking, I came with roses to see you…
Only to know that this girl with a beautiful heart,
Have cancer in her lungs…
Crying for you, I remembered the day I first met you…
How you came into my life was my beautiful love story…
It was one rainy day, escaping from the rain,
I moved to a bus stop and lighted a cigarette
A girl with bluest eyes asked me to put it offBur
It would have been just another normal day in my life
But then you happened…


Unable to buy you roses, which would count my infinite love…
I placed your grave in this beautiful rose garden I built for you…
This is my love story of how a girl
Protected my lungs only to damage my heart forever…
With your priceless memories, I could pass my time here in the garden...
But looking forward I feel, I couldn’t go on in my life…
But while looking back, I knew how I once foolishly felt the same
But then you happened…
#Krishnanena

Friday, April 4, 2014

You Were My Hero When I Was Five...

Even In Your Busy Days, You Found Happiness In Playing With Me… With Your Care, You Made All My Moments Beautiful I Saw The World With Your Eyes And It Remained Wonderful You Made Sure, I Was Enjoying My Most Enjoyable Days You Were My Hero When I Was Five…
I Was Slow In Learning Everything… I Wasn't Good At Sports, I Wasn't Good At Anything But You Made Me Believe That There Was Nothing Wrong In It And You Taught Me The Things Which I Was Interested You Were My Tutor When I Was Ten…
You Gave Me Enough Freedom When Others Complained, You Stood By Me As My Support The World Seemed To Be Hectic, But Your Words Were My Motivation You Allowed Me To Choose The Men I Want To Be Like You Were My Role Model When I Was Fifteen…
The Paths Of My Life Became Rough Falling In Love, Falling In Hate Everything Happened And When I Wanted To Be Alone You Waited Outside My Doors When I Wanted To Cry, I Had Your Shoulders You Were My Best Friend When I Was Twenty
Adopting My Life Became Difficult. Many A Times, I Thought It Was Better To Leave The World But You Opened Me The Doors Of Heaven Hidden In This World And Made My Life A Fairy Tale You Were My Soul-Healer When I Was Twenty Five
A Perfect Man, From You, I Learnt Values Of Life And Importance A Family Life I Realized Purposeful Life Contains Caring Our Loved Ones. I Found Happiness In Little Things And Magic Of Forgetting Big Worries "You Were The Best Dad, I Wanted To Be For My Son," When I Was Thirty.



Sunday, March 30, 2014

Why LIfe Is Not LIke Movies???...


I grew seeing movies, believing those are in some way always true... In my childhood, I loved seeing fantasy movies, theistic movies, and action movies... There are days I would be sad enough when there are no good movies in the #Television. Well this is not the point here... Then beautiful teenage blossomed. What to say about those love movies, which was forcible enough to make me to fall in love. It was first #Kadhalar #Dhinam... The beautiful heroine, soul-stirring music, awesome lyrics... I can't explain anyone, even myself of how much I wanted this love story to be my own love story... A scene, where #SonaliBindre (Roja) enters the cafe with her French plait, black dress, and hero cites whats missing, an elegant red rose in her plait (With #Flute #Navin's piercing Flute of course), was the scene re runs in my mind most of the time... In my school days, I didnt realise the importance of love or her. Because I didnt feel I would miss her... It was only after my school days ended, when I re-run those movies, I understood how much I was romantic inside. It was in my twelfth holidays I saw these #unforgettableromanticmovies, which are in or more ways are responsible for the life I am having now... #DilTopagalHai.. is one such... A dream girl movie, who wont think about #Maya, a perfect#Madhuri Dixit, a parrot dancer. I loved her the isntance I saw her in the movie, yet my girl remained top priority. The movie dragged me to deepest thoughts with songs of heart, echoing in my mind often. #UttamSingh's music in this movie is really a masterpiece! That's it. I hoped there is a loveable end waiting for me like the same way in the movie. Then the next movie is#DilwaleDulhaniyaLeJayenge. Not too much to say about this movie, yet some way the song and the culture of the movie keeps me hooked towards love, maybe the ending I was specific about. Come, fall in love! Then it is #JJ#Nishakothari in the role of a sweet innocent Bengali, almost 90% having her face same like my girl, broke my broken heart in to pieces, those songs of that movie, by someway got jaded and I am really happy about it, else it would hurt again, the same way. Then its #Bombay. A conserved, theistic, yet innocent and beautiful#Manisha, (Can be related someway to my relative girl, Santhya.. :k) what a beautiful love story, once again with mind blowing BGM & songs. What a blessed family that is. Even now some girls with#Burqa, takes my heart in a simple gaze. #Inshaallah. I am that weak. Then sometime after facing the sad endings of my first love story, its #Priyanka & #Ranbirof #Anurag's #Barfi, who whispered life and movies of these kind are also precious in their own manner. And it someway for sometime, my dreams crossed India, those are with girls, #SophieMarceau.,#thebondgirl, a perfect body, her failure story and attitude (Ignore the wardrobe malfunction,I too regret for it) I love it simply. Then though I didnt see any of her movies(I Saw Perks of being wallflower recently though), except one part of HP, just by her photos, like the billions I got attracted towards this barbie doll, #EmmaWatson, mainly for her reserved roles in the films, and her dismissal towards #nudity (I am not that narrow minded, but the environment I was born and live suits this way and my mind is weathered this way). And it is#Awalktoremember (The first movie I saw in my lap, the first novel I read)'s #Mandymoore (Hollywood xerox of my girl) Then it is rich, talented and beautiful #TaylorSwift (She is 177cm & I am 178 cm, how perfect we are as a couple! :D). I love her the most and she is most selective girl, I would live my whole life just by a single moment's ring slipping moment with her (I could even be a kitten she holds all the time, #thisbluesteyes #Pennsylvaniagirl could make me famous and loved). I love most of her well written songs, the #lovestoryand #youyelong with me was perfect (Giving a good feel to heart,making us to hope we will meet some one that way!) Then her '#Teardropsinmyguitar' and '#Whitehorse' of her '#Fearless' collection accompanied my ears and tears in most of my depressed days (Its#Katieperry's and many other #Tamil songs, which saved me in indeed). And now I want so much to date, #JenniferLawerence, for her shining attitude, and clear-cut roles and marvelous acting. The list goes on and there are many others too. But I just want to marry anyone who will remind me of any of these girls... These movies are so awesome that I wish my life was same like these, and what it hurts me the most is that these movies can never real, (Who will play a BGM in our lives.. ) Perhaps, like #500daysofSummer, I know #Iamtheheroofthestory, no need to be saved, I have a perfect first love failure story, there will be another most perfect love story, my marriage story... I know I will make it ... Coz I believe har ek ke liye, koi ek jeevan saathi hai...
By #Krishnanena







 



Look deep in my eyes..

Look deep in my eyes.. 
There is pain of being failed in love....
Look deep in my eyes..  There is pain of being failed in love....  Betrayal of being cheated by God...  Disappointment of having dumped in my own life...  Inside my beautiful pupil, a million tears are still unshed... Those are nothing but the consequences of still holding on...  To unchain myself from your snaked thoughts... I should have let those tears go in my cheeks…  But I am choking myself with those poisonous riddles of love tightly  Even when I know they are cursing my life to be hell... I am hugging the cactus of fire  Even when I know I will bleed and burn... But whatever it maybe, I can’t really let a tear go down… But how will I let you go?...  How will I shed those tears and let them dry on my cheeks.. When I know... Each tear is nothing but your happy memory??...
Betrayal of being cheated by God... 
Disappointment of having dumped in my own life... 
Inside my beautiful pupil, a million tears are still unshed...
Those are nothing but the consequences of still holding on... 
To unchain myself from your snaked thoughts...
I should have let those tears go in my cheeks…
But I am choking myself with those poisonous riddles of love tightly
Even when I know they are cursing my life to be hell...
I am hugging the cactus of fire
Even when I know I will bleed and burn...
But whatever it maybe, I can’t really let a tear go down…

But how will I let you go?... 
How will I shed those tears and let them dry on my cheeks..
When I know...
Each tear is nothing but your happy memory??...

I have lost myself only by loving her…

Seeing this large beautiful world I wonder
How I hadn’t been lost somewhere until I met her…
I have lost myself only by loving her…
And wishing to regain myself I have become a walking dreamer…
That thinking about her, here and there I just wander…
Hoping, again in my life, I would meet someone like her…
Knowing that I couldn’t change sadness giving happy memories…
Sometimes I do try creating newer memories of ecstasy…
But still like a kid, I remain adamant…
That even when I see real things; I talk with real people,
But with my stories and with my dreams,
I see this world only as a part of my imagination…
Don’t know when I would learn to see real world in real vision…
Don’t know when I would start saving myself…
But at first I have learnt to love after blaming…
And then I have learnt to love without blaming…
And despite all, one day I will learn to shine
Along the passing clouds, I travel
And at times, I just stand here and wonder how much I have changed…
When the world of billion years still remains the same…
Meeting people excites me, but
It is those dreadful good-byes which scare me…
I wish life was never about letting go but about being together…
Sometimes, I wish like others I too should accept and hold on…
But knowing my unique story I struggle and pass on…
Across the broken glass fences and away from touch-stone endings..
I will change as the way it happens…
I will raise or fall still I will always be a star that shines…
I don’t care how I was once or how I am now…
When I know just like the clouds, the story of my life is all about moving on…. 

Saturday, March 29, 2014

I Tried To Stop Loving You By Hating You...

It is true that I hate you some time.. 
But how much I try, I could never be able to
Hate you in a way, I wouldn't love you again.... 
That every time when I hate you more 
I know, I am going to love you even more...
I don’t wish to hate you really...
But I do wish to stop loving you...
Because loving you hurts me...
I don’t just wish, I do try...
I have tried to stop loving you by loving you but I couldn't... 
I have tried to stop loving you by hating you but I couldn't... 
What can I do?... 
Now, tell me how to stop loving you...
As the same way you told how to start loving you...
Through your mischievous eyes... 

    Written by  --->  #Krishnanena

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Selfish Sun And The Mischeivous Girl...

I don’t know what happened between these two…
Selfish Sun must have cheated her yesterday,
When she played with him with her pebbles...
It is always like that...
When I was like her, it used to cheat me
When I played with him with my marbles…
But her mischievous eyes tell me…
That she is the one cheated him really…
Even he looks angry that he hurts everyone with his furious gaze…
What happened between these two is not my concern…
I wouldn’t involve in their fight…
For I know he will be angry at her now courageously but
Come in the night as a cowardice Moon and beg for her forgiveness...
And if I support him, only I would become her enemy unnecessarily…
Let themselves solve their fight I wouldn’t care
But what worries me is that she in a way to punish the Sun
Hides her beautiful face in a scarf from his eyes…
And it not only affects him, but also me,
A road side admirer…
Who came to see her peaceful face,
And fall in love with it…
#Krishnanena

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Cuckoo - A Raja Murugan Film

When the music plays… Sensitive hearts could see their missing pieces…
  First I would start with the trailer.  When I watched the trailer for the very first time, I was sure that the film got a good story to say and it is surely going to tickle some sensitive places of the heart.  The trailer was aptly edited.  It clarified appropriately that the movie is going to be a two sided love story, thereby allowing us to have a perception that the struggles faced by these love couple was going to be the topic the film is going to speak about.  However, having watched the film soon, of being unable to hold my own assumptions for a long time, let me tell you that film is much more than you can presume about.
  When you enter theatre and it would be only one minute the movie would have unfolded but I can bet you that you would not allow your mind to be distracted on any other thing.  It is because you would have got the assurance that the movie is going to be wonderful when you hear the few consolidated short dialogues during the cast/crew names screening.   The film started at wonderful point, a phase where the protagonist, Tamil’s photo is stuck on the railway platforms belonging to the caption list, ‘Lost-when-you-find-inform’.   The movie train catches the speed at this point. Then the director himself in the role of a Reporter/Ast. Director enters the screen to tell their story, sorry to hear their story.   The movie starts revolving around this two love birds (Cuckoos more precisely) and as movie unfolds scene by scene we find ourselves living with the characters.  The characterization is chiseled in such a fantastic way.  Instead of making only a few persons to be good and others to be evil or the vice versa as in most of Indian films, the movie instead grouped in the categories of movies which would instead tell good and evil things in every person.  Either be it a reporter, or the Chandrababu, in whose troop Tamil is working, Tamil’s friends, members of the troop or the man in van- playing the cupid, and everyone’s different shades was well portrayed relevantly.   With a heart-touching Ilayaraja’s music, which are once again remembered through this movie often, the breath taking heroine, Suthandira kodi enters the screen.   When their love story begins, the feathers start tickling your heart and there are sensible goose-bumps throughout.  The dialogues and skillful acting of everyone (Either be it the sales man, the ‘I will become emotional anna’, the loveable transgender adjusting the talcum in Tamil’s face, Chandrababu, and main characters – (Dinesh & Malavika) & their friends Ilango & Sangeetha, etc.. ) added awesomeness into the movie recipe scene by scene, while the beautiful dialogues (I wish still it could have been more emotional to be better to suit my taste) and well-worked background music ensured that the awesomeness didn’t get spoiled because of them.  When the heroine’s watch rings for the first time, we understand the reason behind the movie’s name and wonder, ‘Is there any role for this too!’.
There is sadness, happiness, humour, sympathy, empathy, compassion, etc but it’s the true and honest love of Tamil and Kodi which matters as a whole.   How much, in a courageous and optimistic manner, these blind people are portrayed! My applauds for the screen-writer for making a difference and telling about their lives in a more realistic way.  Who said blind people are cursed, see their love story, only then you will understand how much blessed they are.  Lucky they are that they are born without eyes, else they would have got lost in finding their missing pieces as the way the people with sight wrongly end up while choosing their missing pieces of heart by foolishly focusing on appearance beauty in most of the cases.  Maybe they feel inferior about themselves and force to accept or maybe they find themselves to be wonderful and they chose each other or maybe some other reason, in some way the hero realizes she was the love of his life straight in the beginning.  And then his heart shatters with the ‘Kalyanama kalyanam’ song sequence, (the lyrics is so powerful that one-side lovers better don’t hear if your heart is weak and sensitive as mine, for it will fetch literal tears from your eyes) but it takes a little more time for Kodi to realize her missing piece.  Then they sense the particular things specifically about each other and by that way they breathe their lives in order to be together with each other.  Every empathetic audience wants their love story to succeed as the way, possessing similar thoughts in their hearts most of the characters in the movie assists these ‘Heart-seeing and feelings hearing’ birds to unite.
‘There is so much beauty in the world’, as the way, ‘American Beauty’ ponders, these retarded people or otherwise left-alone people chose to pen down only the beautiful things they see on the way or maybe they designed their lives to be like such.  The only con I found in this film is a few easily guessable suspense scenes but still the movie as a whole is non-blamable for its well researched script.   ‘Another love story’- this is not the all film is about.  It offers many things we ought to learn from blessed blinds (Whom we prejudice to possess a lot of troubles with their lives, which is untrue.).  Their strength, their approach to life, their optimism and last but not least their true and pure love are qualities of courage itself.   Instead of yearning to be loved with all the abilities, I wish I could better be blind for a perfect love story like this, in short a masterpiece! My gratitude for Raj Murugan & his team for this wonderful film; as well as for my friends for taking me to theatre.  My heart has been touched at some of its sensitive places and the impact of this love’s music (--cuckoo--) will echo for some more days…


Written by #Krishnanena

Friday, March 21, 2014

Let me tell about you....

I have so far by now proposed two girls... I wish if any of these girls accepted to live with me, both my life and their life would have been beautiful and awesomest in a way they didn't imagine.. Perhaps, now I understand there are things called destiny, fate and maybe little chances for the existence of some supreme power.I am speaking about you only my random girl.  I dont kniow where you are right now... You are the girl I am going to marry.... Before you marry me, I wish you would know I am going to love you like anything, you maybe one of these girls, mostly not and you may be any girl, maybe my mother's choice or anyone... Kisne jaana...Tum koun hai??? Sirf Rab Patha Hai.... Who knows how I am going to marry you... Maybe I would be forced to marry you by someone or I may force myself to marry you... But whatever maybe if you became my wife, then you are the only girl I am gonna love next to my mom... Until then I am sorry I am gonna love some girls who are going to make me feel as if I dont deserve to be loved... I will cry but I will then take heart again to open my doors of the heart to love, because I know someday you are going to come... I dont know whether you too will love me in the first, maybe you would have your love stories or some other stories, but I am sure you will love me as time proceeds as the way I would love you.... This post is only for you.. Some day I will tell you, once I was in floating around the place like a lost leaf searching my path for recognition... and on those days, I missed you so much... .

Sunday, March 16, 2014

THIS IS ME KRISHNA KUMAR. K

This is me… A random someone in this world, who believes the whole is sometimes under his control… A stupid dreamer who thinks he is best person ever born in this world and his life is the worthiest of all…. Has craze for beautiful women, especially those milk white North Indians,but always wanted to marry one and get a good family life… Could speak Hindi, masters English in writing, lacks the same in speaking… Tamil is where I belong. but I don’t have any pride of it indeed… Its like another language to him.. Has no patriotism,  but believes in humanity, love all… Doesn't have beliefs in God and their stories, but a vegetarian, trying to follow Buddhism in his future… A lover of movies, especially Hollywood movies and once in blue moon reads some books….  Lives his life crazily, lives one half fullest the other for his dreams…  Wants to travel places, but hates taking pictures… Loves eating, doesn't want to waste food, and never complains of taste… Loves animals, esp, Alsacers, cow, monkeys and Tweety of Tom and Jerry… Never blames relations but understands them…Wants to live his school life once again and want to see his girl instead of being good, studying lot and getting marks…. Doesn't want to age,but wants recognition he deserves… And doesnt want to be in pain… Facebook is his another life, but truly creating masterpieces is his only aim… Has very very high hopes and aims and wishes to attain them all just like that… A writer of course, who writes everyday…. Who believes has written best of what no one other on this Earth ever has… Knows emotions well and how to impress someone with his love… Too much lovable in his soul and its written in the Sun that he is gonna love his wife and his children like anything… Would gift her often, never fight with her, treat her like a queen.. and be a role model for his children and offer them freedom, he has dreams to drink with his wife and children and dance to the songs of Katie Perry… Deep inside his heart, he is still a kid… struggling to face reality after a heart broke, with his first unrequited love… His rosy face has pimples in face, but he hardly cares for it… Has thick black hair in head, hardly combs it… Has a tall well built body, but without muscling, now has beer belly… A squint eyed moron… with broad mind… Has wonderful parents and takes well care of them… His elder brother is indeed his younger brother, that his brother respects his words a lot… Had now got an excellent sister in law….A lover of life, soulful lover of a girl, and an ordinary man who will be most famous someday…. Has loyal friends, and wicked enemies… Amazed everyone with his twelfth marks, and depressed them later in his Aeronautical Engineering results… Then going on in the path he wants and one day he will rock the whole movie and writing industry with his silver screen movies and  cutting edge novels… Presently works as an Editor in a company after quitting his job in glamorous salaried white collar Cognizant job, just because of the fact that it tried to fuck him in a wrong place… He waits for the death sometimes, feeling too much uncomfortable to live in this world… when he imagines his girl going to get married with another… A twenty four aged man who desperately wanted his first love,… if not another beautiful mother of his children who would wipe out the pain in his heart…. More than all this is a genuine heart expecting the recognition for the creations, it deserves…. Loves himself for his lovable heart and creative mind he got from God… He can do anything except hurt someone unwanted… Would run a mile if you utter word, ‘Snake..’. A man who lives with principles and one day gonna die as an incredible artist with tears and applause… Don’t miss me to add you as your friend, else its going to be your own loss…
(##These are some of his best photos…)


















Friday, February 21, 2014

This Is A Sad Love Story...

I know one day there would be another beautiful girl in my life...
But what I am afraid is that I wont possibly love her in the same I loved you... 
Someday I would think about you and cry for missing you in her lap... 
She would console me and say me its okay. 
But I will still cry...
Because its really not okay to miss someone whom we love the most.... 
You have gone and you are not going to come back...
Nothing could be done to bring you back...
Even a billion of my tears wouldn't bring you to me...
But I would still cry...
Because I could do nothing about this...
That I would cry for you and worry for your departure sometimes
And I wouldn't cry for you but worry for your departure in other times....

#Krishnanena





Saturday, February 15, 2014

5. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008)


Benjamin Button: [Voice over; letter to his daughter] For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

 [last lines]Benjamin Button: Some people, were born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people, dance.
Daisy: Would you still love me if I were old and saggy?
Benjamin Button: Would you still love ME if I were young and had acne? When I'm afraid of what's under the stairs? Or if I end up wetting the bed?
   
   Ngunda Oti: You'll see little man, plenty of times you be alone. You different like us, it's gonna be that way. But I tell you a little secret I find out. We know we alone. Fat people, skinny people, tall people, white people... they just as alone as us... but they scared shitless.
    Benjamin Button: You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
Mr. Daws: Did I ever tell you I been struck by lightning seven times? Once when I was repairing a leak on the roof.
[brief footage of a man getting struck by lightning]
Mr. Daws: Once I was just crossing the road to get the mail.
[brief footage of a man getting struck by lightning]
Mr. Daws: Once, I was walking my dog down the road.
[brief footage of a man getting struck by lightning]
Mr. Daws: Blinded in one eye; can't hardly hear. I get twitches and shakes out of nowhere; always losing my line of thought. But you know what? God keeps reminding me I'm lucky to be alive.
[sniffles]
Mr. Daws: Storm's comin'.

4. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)


Andy Dufresne: [in a letter to Red] Dear Red. If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don't you?
Red: Zihuatanejo.
Andy Dufresne: I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I'll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.Andy Dufresne: Get busy living, or get busy dying.


Andy Dufresne: Red. If you ever get out of here, do me a favor.
Red: Sure, Andy. Anything.
Andy Dufresne: There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is?
Red: Well, there's... there's a lot of hayfields up there.
Andy Dufresne: One in particular. It's got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Red. If you ever get out... find that spot. At the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of black, volcanic glass. There's something buried under it I want you to have.
Red: What, Andy? What's buried under there?
Andy Dufresne: [turns to walk away] You'll have to pry it up... to see.


Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
Red: No.
Andy Dufresne: They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
[Warden Norton finds the bible in his safe after Andy escapes and finds the message Andy left for him]
Andy Dufresne: Dear Warden, You were right. Salvation lay within
[Norton flips through a couple of pages to find the outline of the rock hammer that was hidden in the Book of Exodus within the Bible, and then drops it on the floor in shock]