Trying to find answers!!!……Its all me at Grey cells ……. Unfinished thoughts

Frankie And Johnny – Some dialogues I liked …. from the movie…

Posted in Movie through my eyes, Thoughts, Woman by nagaje on April 24, 2011

Confession time……………..  On my first day, I stole some of your tips.

I know. But you put it back the next day.

I was broke. I was really broke.

I’m really glad things are working out for you, you know.


– I wish you all the best.

– Thanks.

You’re not stopping me, I’m stopping me. I love you.

But I’m so scared. So scared you are going to retreat back. You know …..that place …. you’re so comfortable with, that place where nobody can find you.

That’s why I’m coming on so strong.


My wife remarried, she lives in the suburbs.. Beautiful house. Nice. I could never have provided them with anything like that.

I got there, there were my kids, playing on the lawn. I didn’t get out of the car, you know. I just couldn’t…

They looked so happy and all. They got so big. Looked like somebody else’s kids.

I just drove away.

It’s like I lost them, that’s how I feel.

You haven’t lost them, you’re just not ready.

If I ever get another pet, it’ll be a dog. Something you can hold.

I want to kill myself when I think I’m the only person in the world and that part of me that feels that way is trapped inside this body that only bumps into other bodies without connecting to another person in the world trapped inside of them.


We have to connect. We just have to.

Some of us have problems. Some of us have sorrows.

People like you’re so busy telling us what you want you don’t notice the rest of us who aren’t exactly singing Yankee Doodle Dandy.

They made love and for maybe one whole night, they forgot the million things that make people think “I don’t love this person, “I don’t like this person, I don’t know this…”


Instead, it was perfect and they were perfect and that’s all there was to know about it.

Only now, she’s beginning to forget all that and maybe he’ll forget it, too.

I am. I’m afraid.

I’m afraid to be alone, I’m afraid not to be alone.

I’m afraid of what I am, what I’m not,

What I might become, what I might never become.

I don’t want to stay at my job for the rest of my life but I…I’m afraid to leave.


And I’m just tired, you know, I’m just so tired of being afraid.


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