去里斯本的夜车

57岁的Gregorius是一名在中学教拉丁语，希腊语和希伯来语的语言学教师，他每天过着枯燥无味的生活，生活对于他来说也没有太多的色彩。但就在一个雷雨交加的早上，他邂逅了一个试图想要跳河自杀的红衣少女，这突如其来的邂逅竟然让他放弃了原本的生活，踏上了开往里斯本的列车，开始了一段审视灵魂的旅程。

「If it is so that we live only a small part of the life which is within us, what happens to the rest?」


「We live here and now. Everything before and in other places is past. Mostly forgotten. 」


「What could, what should be done with all the time that lies ahead of us, open and unshaped, feather-light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty? Is it a wish? Dream like and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life and be able to take a completely different direction to the one which has made us who we are?」


「Consider from the standpoint of eternity that rather loses its significance.」


「We leave something of ourselves behind, when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. We travel to our souls when we go to a place that we have covered a stretch of our life, no matter how brief it may have been. But by travelling to ourselves, we must confront our own loneliness. And isn't it so that everything we do is done out of fear of loneliness? Isn't that why we renounce all the things we will regret at the end of our life? 」


「When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty.」


「Is it ultimately a question of self-image, the determining idea one has made for oneself of what one has to have accomplished and experienced, so that one can approve of the life one has lived? If this is the case, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one planned to be. If the certainty befalls us that it will never be achieved, this wholeness, we suddenly don't know how to live the time that can no longer be part of the whole life.」


「It's ofter easier to speak with strangers. 」


「No one here knows what it would be like to live eternally. And it's a blessing we never will. One thing I can assure you, It would be hell, this endless paradise of immortality. It is death and only death, that gives each moment beauty and horror. Only through death is time living thing. Why does the Lord not noticed? Why does He threaten us with a... endlessness that can only be unbearably desolate? I would not want to live in a world without cathedrals. I need the luster of their windows, their cool stillness, their imperious silence. I need the holiness of words, the grandeur of great poetry. But just as much I need the freedom to rebel against everything that is cruel in this world. For the one is nothing without the other. And no one may force me to choose.」


「Why is the world so cruel? God doesn't care.」


「In youth, we live as if we were immortal. Knowledge of mortality dances around us like a brittle paper ribbon that barely touches our skin. When in life does that change? When does the ribbon tighten until finally it strangles us? 」


「Why don't you just stay?」

先看了里斯本夜车这本书。戈列格里斯遇见一个女子后，开启了一段异国旅程。说走就走的异国他乡，总会经历磨难，经历内心的挣扎，克服一切走到最后的人或许更能发现自己的内心世界。书里无论是格里戈里斯旅行中的心路历程，亦或是普拉多对人性的探索，都深深的打动我心。显然，我认为电影的深度不够，也可能我没发现电影的妙处。

如果你有两天时间，请看一遍书吧。