Comet Film Quotes

Her passing, almost blasé reference to this incident in her letter to Dr. Beuscher suggests that she probably did not think of herself as a victim at a time when slapping a “hysterical” woman was culturally sanctioned, even glamorized in Hollywood films.

Love, however, doesn’t seem to be the point of life. Love is much too frail, much to conformed. It is a pleasure that’s physical, or it is an abstract, intangible thing that one glimpses like the passing of comets. Life is many things; there is life in the winsome moon, life in the trenches of creeks, and in the constellations that follow me through the freckles of Leon’s skin, the dotted markings in Henri’s books, and the cinnamon of Vincent’s tea. Likeness, the hesitant love, is something I find in everything that’s mildly pleasing, such as literature or film. Love, I have found only in these absurd, charming men. I don’t think I’ll ever find love again, but I’m content in knowing that I have found it, embraced it, and let it slip by. Love is the ability to grasp something magnificent and let it pass; obsession is to hold on. No, my love is a beauty like tragedy, and tragedy—true, ravenous tragedy—befalls even the most misfortunate (or fortunate) men and women only once.