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5.Prison life consists of routine, and then more routine.



2.Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing
ever dies.

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10.Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

4.Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

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9.There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in
here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then.
Then a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to
talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way
things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all
that’s left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It’s just a
bull**** word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop
wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a ****.

6.These walls are kind of funny like that. First you hate them, then
you get used to them. Enough time passed, get so you depend on them.
That’s institution alized.

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3.I find I’m so excited. I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my
head. I think it the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at
the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can
make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.



1.It takes a strong man to save himself, and a great man to save

我无时无刻不对自己的所作所为深感内疚, 这不是因为我在这里

11. I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were
singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are better
left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so
beautiful it can’t expressed in words and it makes you heartache because
of it I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in
a great place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had
flapped into our drab little cage an d made these walls dissolve away,
and for the briefest of moments, every last man is Shawshank felt free.


8.I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged.
Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of
you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the
place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I
guess I just miss my friend.

7.I guess it comes down to a simple choice: get busy living or get busy


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