10 comfort movies for a night in :
1. Pride and Prejudice (2005)
Usually, when one reads a book and comes to love the story, watching the movie adaptation can be disheartening. Well I must exclude Joe Wright’s adaptation from this, the movie was conveyed beautifully and did justice to the original story, the acting was remarkable and clever with it’s own twist especially with Matthew MacFadyen’s way of portraying a manly and vulnerable Darcy making the whole audience swoon. This movie is a masterpiece just like the book.
2. Jane Eyre (2011)
I was moved as I’ve scarcely been before. This heart wrenching, captivating and stunningly mounted adaptation will make you wish it never ends. Both Mia Wasikowska and Michael Fassbender played their roles brilliantly in a way to make you feel every bit of emotion the two characters are feeling. No matter the ending you’ll finish this movie with a heavy heart.
3. The Count of Monte Cristo (2002)
Alexandre Dumas’ classic tale of romance, adventure and revenge begins with friendships, betrayals and frustration all ingeniously played by the striking Jim Caviezel who did justice to both the innocence of Edmond Dantès and the shrewdness of the Count. I’ve watched this movie countless times and I can’t seem to get enough.
4. Little Women (2019)
Based on Alcott’s book about sisterhood, this adaptation will pierce you right in the heart. Beautifully acted and thoughtfully directed here is a movie as poetic as it is real, you’ll go from laughing to crying to laughing again while enjoying one of the most heartfelt and uplifting movie experiences of all time.
5. The Three Musketeers (2011)
An adventurous, daring and fun movie if you’re searching for something entertaining to watch. The action scenes are great and sometimes funny, I personally loved the chemistry between the characters and the movie themes vary between love, betrayal, friendship and duty.. Bonus point, Matthew MacFadyen portraying Athos is a blessing to the eyes!
6. Sense and Sensibility (1995)
Another Jane Austen masterpiece and one of my favorite movies ever. Touching, romantic, heart warming and brilliantly preformed by some of the greatest actors of all time, I recommend this adaptation especially for anyone going through a breakup.
7. Robin Hood (2010)
My favorite version of this story. The cinematics are amazing and the music and action scenes are outstanding. Loved the chemistry between Russel Crowe and Cate Blanchett, they are disarmingly fun to watch and absolutely moving at times. If you haven’t already watched this movie I highly recommend you to.
8. Becoming Jane (2007)
If you love Jane Austen and romantic historical movies as much as I do then this one’s for you. “Becoming Jane” is an imitation screen adaptation of an Austen-like novel that imagines the author's love life and how it affected her writing. Romantic, touching and heart breaking, I suggest you bring some tissues and start with watching the moving story of young Jane Austen’s love life.
9. Anna Karenina (2012)
From Leo Tolstoy’s bestseller straight to your screens, this is the emotional story of a passion that led two lovers to their fall. This modern, intoxicating and very much exciting adaptation explores the themes of jealousy, marriage, infidelity and society to make the viewer understand that sometimes sacrifices need to be made even if it costs one’s happiness.
10. Far From The Madding Crowd (2015)
Two worthy suitors and one scoundrel, guess which one Bathsheba Everdene picks in the end. This adaptation of Thomas Hardy’s novel not only empowers women, but also paints beautiful landscapes and deeply romantic scenes to make you swoon. I guarantee you that this movie’s gonna make you wish you were born in Britain 1870.
(by @scalpelgall )
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parts of some classic lit that hit different for me
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”
- the iconic piece on books and morality from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!
- the “you are in every line I have ever read” tyrade in Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
- the whole opening of Lolita by Vladimir Nabakov
My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
- Catherine’s confession about Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.
- Darcy admitting the big truth to Lizzy in Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
- Sydney Carton’s last words (*crying*) in A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
You cling so tightly to your purity, my lad! How terrified you are of sullying your hands. Well, go ahead then, stay pure! What good will it do, and why even bother coming here among us? Purity is a concept of fakirs and friars. But you, the intellectuals, the bourgeois anarchists, you invoke purity as your rationalization for doing nothing. Do nothing, don’t move, wrap your arms tight around your body, put on your gloves. As for myself, my hands are dirty. I have plunged my arms up to the elbows in excrement and blood. And what else should one do? Do you suppose that it is possible to govern innocently?
- Hoederer being a realistic bad bitch, that’s what, in Les Mains Sales by Jean-Paul Sartre
I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
The “they were careless people” realization in The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
‘Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. 'Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemlance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.'
Frankenstein’s monster’s teenage angst in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein
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