The feeling of not belonging, of not being entirely worthy, of being sometimes hostage to your own sensibilities. Those things speak to me very personally.
The rain came several times yesterday. After visiting Jens at his cafe, I beat the rain home before the most serious downpour began. The only thing in life for which I have impeccable timing is making it home before the deluge.
Anthony Minghella directed The English Patient, The Talented Mr. Ripley, and other films. His art and Rickman’s intersected with Truly, Madly, Deeply, which Minghella wrote and directed.
…But, the pain. Your pain. I couldn’t bear that. There’s a little girl I see from time to time – Alice, who’s three. Well, three and a half. Oh, she’s great. Everyone loves her, but she’s not spoiled – Well, wasn’t spoiled. She was knocked over and she died. Her parents, and family, and friends from kindergarten… She used to go to this playground. See, they made an area in the park. Gave ’em money for swings, and little wooden animals, and there are these plaques on the sides of the swing, bottom of the horse: ‘From Alice’s mom and dad. In Memory of Alice, who used to play here’. And of course, Alice goes back there all the time. And when you see the parents take their child from the swing, and see the sign… They hold on to their son and daughter, so tightly, clinging on for dear life. And yet… The capacity that people have to love… Where does it go?
Jamie to Nina (Truly, Madly, Deeply [written by Anthony Minghella])