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The Thin Red Line: My dear wife

April 6th, 2008 · 2 Comments

Can’t nothing make you forget it.

Each time, you start from scratch.

War don’t ennoble men.  It turns ‘em into dogs.  Poisons the soul.

My dear wife,

You get something twisted out of your insides by all this blood, filth, and noise.

I want to stay changeless for you.

I want to come back to you the man I was before.

How do we get to those other shores?  To those blue hills.

Love.  Where does it come from?

Who lit this flame in us?

No war can put it out, conquer it.

I was a prisoner.

You set me free.

- From the screenplay by Terrence Malick (1998)

We.

We together.

One being.

Flow together like water, till I can’t tell you from me.

I drink you.

Now.

Now.

- From the screenplay by Terrence Malick (1998)

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2 responses so far ↓

  • 1 lankruza // Apr 13, 2011 at 6:33 AM

    Why does nature vie with itself?…

  • 2 spitballarmy // Apr 13, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    …the land contend with the sea?

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