It is a strange thing ,that every child is born with a closed hand , and every body dies with an open hand !
There never was night that had no morn.
I lead with my heart all the time.
The corsets I wore in The Railway Children are still in my undies drawer, a prized relic of my favourite film
Forgotten? No, we never do forget: We let the years go; wash them clean with tears, Leave them to bleach out in the open day, Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes, Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,— But we forget not, never can forget.
Well, I suppose that, in a sense, every screen role is a favourite with me
Until Genevieve I had tended towards the more dramatic type of role
Isn't it really quite extraordinary to see that, since man took his first step, no one has asked himself why he walks, how he walks, if he has ever walked, if he could walk better, what he achieves in walking. . questions that are tied to all the philosophical, psychological, and political systems which preoccupy the world.
There is no promise of love and light or visions of any kind - no angels, no devils. Nothing happens: it is absolutely boring. Sometimes you feel silly. One often asks the question, "Who is kidding whom? Am I on to something or not?" You are not on to something. Traveling the path means you get off everything, there is no place to perch. Sit and feel your breath, be with it.
I acknowledge that the sacrament of the altar is very God's body in form of bread, but it is in another manner God's body than it is in heaven.
When I do overcome my fear - what's going to happen is that I'm going to want a plane.