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Forever Black

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First I was like … but then I was like …

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There's no doubt I was a bit of a misfit in the Hollywood of the forties. The race for glamor left me far behind. I didn't really want to keep up. I wanted my stardom without the usual trimmings. Because of this, I was branded a rebel at the very least. But I don't regret that for a minute. My appetite was my own and I simply wouldn't have it any other way. - Veronica Lake

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The Great God Pan is alive.

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John Thornton - Bad Taste

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Saudade

A Portuguese word difficult to translate adequately, which describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which is lost.

It may also be translated as a deep longing or yearning for something which does not exist or is unattainable.

Saudade was once described as ‘love that remains’ or ‘the love that stays’ after someone is gone.

Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone or something that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels its absence.

In Portuguese ‘tenho saudades tuas’, translated as ‘I have saudades for you’ means ‘I miss you’, but carries a much stronger tone. In fact, one can have ‘saudades’ of someone whom one is with, but have some feeling of loss towards the past or the future.

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Johanna : You really send him under the ice? He isn’t a slave or convict or anything, is he? Dr Laurence : My dear, science is a cruel mistress. Johanna : How is he going to breathe? Dr Laurence : He isn’t.

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The soundtrack of my adolescent life.

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I stood upon the balcony with my brand new bride the clink of bells came drifting down the mountainside when in our sight something moved lightning eyed and cloven-hooved The Great God Pan is alive!

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If the doors of perception were cleansed Everything would appear to man as it is Infinite

William Blake

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Moonlight Drive - The Doors

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Veronica Lake

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Greta Garbo

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The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.

Lord Byron