Back to nowhere Vol. 10
Memorable Quotes from Dead Poets Society (1989)

John Keating: No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

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Meeks: I'll try anything once.
Dalton: Yeah, except sex.

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John Keating: They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

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John Keating: O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain.

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John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "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? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

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John Keating: Sucking all the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

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John Keating: There is a time for daring and a time for caution, and a wise man knows which is called for.

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John Keating: I thought the purpose of education was to learn to think for yourself.
Nolan: At these boys age? Not on your life!

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Neil: For the first time in my life, I know what I want to do! And for the first time, I'm going to DO IT! Whether my father wants me to or not! Carpe diem!

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John Keating: We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you.

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Dalton: [answering phone] Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, hold on. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton.

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John Keating: Why do we need language?
Neil: To communicate...
John Keating: Nooo! To woo women!

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[Quoting Henry David Thoreau]
Neil: I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

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McAllister: Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man.
John Keating: But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus and always thus will be.
McAllister: Tennyson?
John Keating: No, Keating.

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Todd Anderson: I... I close my eyes. His image floats beside me. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
John Keating: Excellent! Have him act. Give it rhythm!
Todd Anderson: His hands reach out and choke me
[All the time he mumbles slowly]
Todd Anderson: Truth... Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] To hell with them, more about the blanket!
Todd Anderson: Stretch it, pull it, it will never cover any of us. Kick at it, beat at it, it will never be enough...
John Keating: Don't stop!
Todd Anderson: From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail and cry and scream!

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[Todd's present is the same as last year]
Neil: I mean, if I was ever going to buy a desk set... twice! I would probably buy this one, both times! In fact, its shape is rather aerodynamic isn't it? You can feel it. This desk set wants to fly!
[Neil hands the desk set to Todd]
Neil: Todd? The world's first un-maned flying desk set!
[Todd throws it off the roof]
Neil: Oh my! Well, I wouldn't worry, you'll get another one next year.

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John Keating: Phone call from God... Now if it had been collect, it would have been daring!

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John Keating: Mr. Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you! You mole!

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Todd Anderson: Keating said everyone took turns reading and I don't want to do that.
Neil: Gosh, you really have a problem with that don't you?
Todd Anderson: No, I don't have a problem. I just don't want to do it, OK!

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[Keating is standing on his desk]
John Keating: Why do I stand up here?
Dalton: To feel taller!
John Keating: No!
[Dings a bell with his foot]
John Keating: Thank you for playing Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

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John Keating: I was the equivalent of a 98lb weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face!

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Dr. Hagar: That wouldn't be a radio in your lap would it Mr. Pitts?
Pitts: No sir, science experiment... radar!

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[after hearing "The Introduction to Poetry"]
John Keating: Excrement! That's what I think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard! We're not lighting a pipe! We're talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand? "I like Byron, I give him a 42 but I can't dance to it!"

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[joining the DPS]
Dalton: It'll help you get Chris!
Knox: Yeah? How?
Dalton: Women swoon!
[Dalton rushes off to class]
Knox: Why do they swoon?
[Runs after Dalton]
Knox: Tell me why they swoon!

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John Keating: 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. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!

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John Keating: Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go, "that's b - - a - - d." Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

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John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.

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Todd Anderson: [standing on his desk] Oh captain, my captain.

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Neil: So what are you going to do? Charlie?
Dalton: Damn it Neil, the name is Nuwanda.

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[last lines]
John Keating: Thank you, boys. Thank you.

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John Keating: Mr. Meeks, learn to inherit the earth.

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John Keating: This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.

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Knox: C'mon Chris just give me one chance. If you don't like me after tonight I'll stay away forever.
Chris Noel: uh huh
Knox: I promise. Dead Poets Honor. You come with me tonight and then if you don't want to see me again I swear I'll bow out.
Chris Noel: You know what would happen if Chet found out?
Knox: He won't know anything. We'll sit in the back and sneek away as soon as it's over.
Chris Noel: and I supposed that you would promise that this would be the end of it
Knox: Dead Poets Honor.
Chris Noel: What is that?
Knox: My word.

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Neil Perry: I just talked to my father. He's making me quit the play at Henley Hall. Acting's everything to me. But he doesn't know! I can see his point; we're not a rich family, like Charlie's. But he's planning the rest of my life for me, and he's never asked me what I want!
John Keating: Have you ever told your father what you just told me? About your passion for acting? You ever show him that?
Neil Perry: I can't.
John Keating: Why not?
Neil Perry: I can't talk to him this way.
John Keating: Then you're acting for him, too. You're playing the part of the dutiful son. I know this sounds impossible, but you have to talk to him. You have to show him who you are, where your heart is!
Neil Perry: I know what he'll say! He'll tell me that acting is a whim and I should forget it. They're counting on me; he'll just tell me to put it out of my mind for my own good.
John Keating: You are NOT an indentured servant! It's not a whim for you, and you prove it to him by your conviction and your passion! You show that to him, and if he still doesn't believe you - well, by then, you'll be out of school and can do anything you want.
Neil Perry: I don't know - what about the play? The show's tomorrow night!
John Keating: Then you have to talk to him before tomorrow night.
Neil Perry: Is there an easier way?
John Keating: No.
Neil Perry (laughs): I'm trapped!
John Keating: No you're not.

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[Neil's father has just driven him home from his performance in "A Midsummer Night's Dream."]
Mr. Perry: We're trying very hard to understand why it is that you insist on defying us. Whatever the reason, we're not going to let you ruin your life. Tomorrow I'm withrawing you from Welton and enrolling you in Braighton Military School. You're going to Harvard, and you're going to be a doctor.
Neil Perry: That's ten more years! Father, that's a LIFETIME!
Mr. Perry: Oh, stop it! Don't be so dramatic! You make it sound like a prison term! You don't understand, Neil! You have opportunities that I never even dreamt of, and I am not going to let you waste them!
Neil Perry: I've got to tell you what I feel!
Mrs. Perry: We've been so worried about you!
Mr. Perry: WHAT? What? Tell me what you feel! What is it? Is it more of this, this ACTING business? Because you can forget that! What?
Neil Perry (pauses): Nothing.
Mr. Perry (pauses): Nothing? Well, then, let's go to bed.

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Meeks: Me and Pitts are working on a hi-fi system. It shouldn't be that hard to, uh, to put together.
Pitts: Yeah... Uh, I might be going to Yale... Uh, but I might not.

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Gloria: Don't you guys miss having girls around here?
Meeks and Pitts: Yeah.

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Nolan: Free thinkers at 17?

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John Keating: Mr. Pitts, please turn to page 542 and read the first stanza.
Pitts: [reading the poem title] "To the Virgins To Make Much of Time"?
John Keating: Not very appropriate, is it?

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John Keating: Gentlemen, open your texts to page 21 of this introduction. Mr. Perry, will you read the opening paragraph of the preface entitled "Understanding Poetry"?
Neil: [reading] "Understanding Poetry," by Dr. J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D. "To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions: One, how artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and two, How important is that objective? Question 1 rates the poem's perfection; question 2 rates its importance. And once these questions have been answered, determining the poem's greatness becomes a relatively simple matter. If the poem's score for perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph and its importance is plotted on the vertical, then calculating the total area of the poem yields the measure of its greatness. A sonnet by Byron might score high on the vertical but only average on the horizontal. A Shakespearean sonnet, on the other hand, would score high both horizontally and vertically, yielding a massive total area, thereby revealing the poem to be truly great. As you proceed through the poetry in this book, practice this rating method. As your ability to evaluate poems in this matter grows, so will, so will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry."
John Keating: Excrement. That's what I think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard.

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Student in class: [reading his poem] "A cat sat on a mat"
John Keating: Congratulations. You may have just written the first poem to get a negative score on the Pritchard scale.


Looooove Dalton. Yeah.
25.8.05 15:36


Dialogzitate aus Mio mein Mio (1987)

[repeated line]

The king: Mio... My Mio...

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Bosse: It felt like we were flying! I didn't know that Miramis could do that!
Jum-Jum: You don't know all that much, Mio.

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The king: Mio... My Mio...
Bosse: Mio? But my name is Bosse!
The king: Mio. I have been searching for you for nine long years. Missing my son. I've been lying awake at night, crying "Mio... My Mio..." So you see, I do know what your true name is.

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Sword smith: This sword cannot be used to murder the young and innocent. This sword was made especially to kill Kato!

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Kato: This is the most dangerous sword I've had in my castle... It cannot kill the young and innocent!

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Kato: Even if you kill me there will be another Kato. And another. And another. So take your loyal friend and your horse and ride back home, to your father. He's waiting for you.
Bosse: No. I came to kill you, and kill you I shall. And even if you kill me, another prince will come. And another. And another.
Kato: Then you must die.

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Kato: At last I am freed of my heart of stone.

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Jum-Jum: Use the cape! It will make you invisible to the guards, you can sneak by seven times seven guards and gates and get out of here!
Bosse: But what about you?
Jum-Jum: I'm staying here. There is only one cape.
Bosse: And only one friend. If we are to die, we shall die together.

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Bosse: Who is that man? Wait, don't tell me. I already know. He's my father, right?
The Spirit: Yes. The king of the Land of Faraway.

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Bosse: I am going alone.
Jum-Jum: No, you're not. The son of a king riding into the woods on a white horse with an only friend. That's already been decided for thousands of years. That cannot be changed.
25.8.05 11:25


WikiReader Digest

Link zu Wikipedia

Das muss ich mir mal runterladen.

?brigens m?chte ich mein Denglisch redizieren.

Bin ?brigens in Deutschland. Jobbe in der Firma mit meinem Vater. Wochenender ist wieder mal vollgeplant. D?sseldorf, ich komme! Tja. Freu mich auf den Sternverlag. Himmel, wie ich mich freue. Seit November bin ich nicht da gewesen.
Einen solchen Entzug kann ich nur schlecht ?berstehen.
22.7.05 14:50


Brief

Sehr geehrte Redaktion,

ich habe ein Problem im Hinbezug auf Word und Excel. Eine 150-Seitige Adressenliste im Wordformat ohne jegliche Tabellen soll in eine Excel-Tabelle konvertiert werden, damit sie sp?ter mit Access bearbeitet werden kann (Datenbankerstellung / Adressenliste)
Wie kann man nun 1200 Adressen, die nicht tabellarisch auf einer Zeile geordnet wurden, sondern untereinander nur durch Abs?tze getrennt sind, nach Excel exportieren, sodass man sie dort einfach und schnell handhaben kann? Gibt es so ?berhaupt einen anderen Weg, als diese Adressen manuell wieder eintragen zu m?ssen?

Ich hoffe sehr auf ihre Hilfe.

Mit freundlichen Gr??en,

K.
19.7.05 16:12


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