Clint Eastwood, « The bridges of Madison County », 1995
We are the choices that we have made, Robert. You don’t understand… Oh, don’t you see ? Nobody understands : when a woman makes the choice to marry and have children, in one way, her life begins, but in another way, it stops. You build a life of details, you become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave, they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected to move again, only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself.
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