The Cider House Rules
…I haven’t come away from a movie so quietly disturbed like that for a long time, not since Dead Poets Society.
Are the base layer issues too close to home?
The idea too align with what Mon’s been through… no it wasn’t an option for her, but did the thought cross her mind?
So strange… so rich in symbolism but passive.
a rethink on tolerance, on understanding.
an acknowledgement of my foolishness to ever offer advice.
a warning to not assume the depth of feeling or comprehension.
the importance of life.
fearfully and wonderfully made. I know that full well.
who justifies the wrong?
not angry, just…why?
what’s it like God to know their hurt?