Keira Knightley is The Duchess

I haven't been posting on my blog for two years. I had several reason, but I'm back!!!
To start I'll leave you with photos of the movie The Duchess with Keira Knightley. I am always in for a costume drama. And Keira Knightley does it like nobody's business!

Lady Spencer: I have heard a rumor.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: Yes?
Lady Spencer: That I will soon be addressing my daughter as her Grace, the Duchess of Devonshire.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: Is it true, Mama?
Lady Spencer: Yes.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: He loves me?
Lady Spencer: Yes, of course.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: I have only met him twice.
Lady Spencer: When one truly loves someone, one doesn't have to know them well to be sure, Georgiana. One feels it right away.

Duke of Devonshire: I love you in the way I understand love.

Duke of Devonshire: This will be the mistake of your life.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: No, I made that many years ago.

Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: Of all the women in England, you had to
throw yourself on her. I have never objected to any of your affairs.
I have accepted whatever arrangement you have proposed. But this... I have
one single thing of my own. Why couldn't you let me keep Elizabeth for myself?
What kind of man are you? She is my sole comfort in our marriage. You have
robbed me of my only friend. What is wrong with me?

Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: Do you think of me when we're not together?
Charles Grey: You ought to know I do.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: You hesitated before you replied.
Charles Grey: No, I'm unused to being asked so directly. And by you of all people. I think of you all the time. I always have.

Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: You can't ask me to battle nature in my own heart.

Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: All my life, I've been fighting my way upstream.

Georgiana Spencer became Duchess of Devonshire on her marriage to the Duke in 1774, at the height of the Georgian period, a period of fashion, decadence, and political change. Spirited and adored by the public at large she quickly found her marriage to be a disappointment, defined by her duty to produce a male heir and the Duke's philandering and callous indifference to her. She befriends Lady Bess but finds she is once again betrayed by her husband who wields his power with the three eventually living uncomfortably together. Against this background, and with the pressures of an unfaithful husband,strict social pressures and constant public scrutiny, Georgiana falls passionately in love with Charles Grey, a rising young Whig politician. However, despite his ongoing liaison with Lady Bess, the Duke refuses to allow her to continue the affair and threatens to take her children from her

The little cafe

There is a big department store in the middle of the city. On the third floor there is a little cafe, where strange enough nobody comes. It's almost always empty. So this is where I come. It has dark wooden floors and furniture and even looks like a different country.
I'm sitting in a corner writing, reading, drinking a hot chocolate.

On the other side of the cafe is a slightly older man, he's drinking something, alone as well. He's looking at me, I can feel it. I look in a mirror on the side of a wall and in it our eyes meet. Mine teared up and his, just lonely. Maybe this is a place for lonely people. Or do we just search for empty cafes because we've become afraid of crowded places?

I'm supposed to be somewhere right now but I'm on the run again. I'm always trying to run away from things. Mostly from becoming insane. I wonder how it feels not having to run.... I look in the mirror again, he's still looking at me. He's leaving. He puts on a long dark brown trench coat and a dark brown hat. We give each other a mutual polite nod and he's gone.
I think that for a moment, just one second, we could feel each others pain. It overwhelmed me. I couldn't keep the tears from falling down my face.

Maybe I'm blessed enough because I realize that there are people in countries who have nothing in this world. I have my parents, my brother and a chance to educate myself. But am I really that selfish because my heart aches for a little bit more?


-Images: Via DeviantArt-

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

I have seen the movie that changes everything!
It's precious, sweet, exciting and inspirational. I am in love.

On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend's funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born.

Amélie: It's better to help people than garden gnomes.

Amélie: [whispering in theater] I like to look for things no one else catches. I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old American movies.

Narrator: Amélie still seeks solitude. She amuses herself with silly questions about the world below, such as "How many people are having an orgasm right now?" [scenes of various orgasms taking place]
Amélie: Fifteen.

Narrator: For Bretodeau, that little box brought back a lot of memories -
Federico Bahamontes winning the '59 Tour de France, and of course, the
tragic day when he won all the marbles at playtime
Bretodeau, The Box Man: Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags.
Suddenly you're fifty. All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box.

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: So, my little Amélie, you don't have bones of glass.
You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will
become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go get him, for Pete's sake!

The Newsstand Woman: A woman without love wilts like a flower without sun.


Amélie is looking for love, and perhaps for the meaning of life in general. We see her grow up in an original if slightly dysfunctional family. Now a waitress in central Paris, Monmartre, she interacts curiously with her neighbors and customers, as well as a mysterious Photomaton-image collector and one of his even more mysterious photo subjects. Little by little, Amélie realizes that the way to happiness (and yet more subtle humor) requires her to take her own initiative and reach out to others.