Laughing, Crying, Tumbling,mumbling.

Laughing, crying, tumbling,mumbling.

Gotta do more! Gotta be more!

- Charlie 'Nuwanda' Dalton, Dead Poet's Society (1989)

I could cry just thinking about you.

- Troye Sivan

Precisely, Troye. I could literally cry just thinking about you, don't even need to wonder what havoc your music wrecks. And damn your old YouTube videos with baby Troye. I'd be sobbing and laughing simultaneously watching those.

I read your poetry, your words, your smiles, your tears and your cries. As I read them all quietly, I think I found home.

- Aver [25.01.2021]

A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

His hands reach out and choke me.

And, and all the time he's mumbling.

M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold."

You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us.

From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

- Todd Anderson, Dead Poets Society (1989)

"Memory is an abstract painting—it does not present things as they are, but rather as they feel."

- Eugenia W. Collier, Marigolds

Neil: God, I love it!

Todd: What? Me?

- Dead Poets Society (1989) [Deleted Scenes]