The first movie that made me cry was Dead Poets Society. That one gets me. O Captain! My Captain! That moment kills me.
What I might do is watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting and I might be nice to people, mindful today how fragile we all are, how delicate we are, even when fizzing with divine madness that seems like it will never expire.
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
I wanted to live deep and suck out the all the marrow of life (...).
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately...
The meek may inherit the earth, but they don't get in to Harvard.
We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you
Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.
I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.
I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.
Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.
Boys, you must strive to find your own voice, because the longer you wait to begin the less likely you are to find it at all.
The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.