Dex

Αυτή η ανάρτηση θα αφιερωθεί σε μια σειρά που τελείωσα μέσα στις διακοπές των Χριστουγέννων και έγινε από τις αγαπημένες μου, το Dexter.
Η σειρά ακολουθεί τη ζωή ενός ψυχολογικά διαταραγμένου ανθρώπου, θα τολμούσα να πω, που καταφέρνει να έχει μια σχετικά φυσιολογική ζωή, με οικογένεια και..παιδί, με τη διαφορά ότι έχει μία ανάγκη: Να σκοτώνει!
Έχω γράψει και προηγούμενη ανάρτηση για τη συγκεκριμένη σειρά (βλέπε εδώ).

Όσο για το τέλος δεν θα αναφέρω τίποτα, για όσους δεν την έχουν δει, να μη "καταστρέψω" το φινάλε. Το μόνο που θα πω είναι ότι εμένα δεν με ικανοποίησε σα φινάλε μετά από μια τόσο δυνατή σειρά...!

Στη συγκεκριμένη ανάρτηση θα ήθελα να προσθέσω κάποιες από τις αγαπημένες μου φράσεις που αναφέρθηκαν στη συγκεκριμένη σειρά.

Τις παραδίδω παρακάτω: 

 

- We all have something to hide, Some dark place inside us we don't want the world to see. So we pretend everything's okay. Wrapping ourselves in rainbows. And maybe that's all for the best, because some of these places are darker than others."

- Partners come to us in various ways. Bound together for many different reasons. But for any partnership to work you must not only accept this person into your life but accept her for who she is. 

 - Sometimes partners find us. And us much as we try to push them away they work their way into our lives regardless. Until we finally realise how much we need them.

 

- You can't do one thing to make up for another, that's what Jordan Chase says. But he is wrong because we do that all the time. That is the world works.We try to make things right. Even me. 

  

- They make it look so easy, connecting with another human being. It's like no one told them it's the hardest thing in the world.

 - We all want life to have some kind of meaning. Seems like the older we get, the harder we look for it. And the harder it is to find. And some of us just look in the wrong place. But if our lives don't have meaning, what can we leave behind for the ones we care about?

- Most people believe we have free will. That we all choose our path. Sometimes the path is clear, sometimes not so much. Every twist, every turn can challenge our scent of direction but it's the choices we make when we reach a fork in the road that define who we are.

 - I was drawn to science out of curiosity. Any questions I had, the answers were already there, but even science is never certain, even the soundest of theories is subject to new data. And there are some things even science can’t explain. Brother Sam would say it’s not an accident that I’ve stumbled onto a killer that seems to have his own kind of faith. And while I don’t believe in an unseen hand creating his own tableau, I do believe I don’t have all the answers.

 - Wolves come in many forms. Some have big eyes; the better to see you with. Others huff and puff. Or others hide in the plain side. I should know because, like it or not, I am one, too! That’s never going to change. And neither is the fact my little lamb is becoming a little boy. Walking. Talking. Listening. As much as I want Harrison to stay this way forever, from now on, the only wolves in his life have to be the stuff of fairy tales. I can no longer allow him to see the real me. Only the version that’s make believe. It’s the only way this story gets to have a happy ending.

 - I think I belong right here. Because maybe there’s a place for me in this world. Just as I am. Light cannot exist without darkness. Each has it purpose. And if there’s a purpose to my darkness maybe it is to bring some balance to the world.

 - I’ve learned that periods of darkness can overcome us at any time. But I’ve also found that I’m able to endure, overcome, and in the process grown stronger. Smarter. Better. All is well in my little corner of the world.

 - I just know there’s something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else… someone. It’s like the mask is slipping and things… people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.

- Brother Sam believed light can keep darkness at bay. But I wonder if darkness is defined by light. If so darkness can exist on its own. There must by definition belight somewhere. Waiting to be found.

- Everyone wants an Argentina. A place where the slate is wiped clean. But the truth is... Argentina is just Argentina. No matter where we go we take ourselves and our damage with us. So is home the place we run to or is it the place we run from? Only to hide from places where we're accepted unconditionally. Places that feel more like home to us because we can finally be who we are.

- I should known better than to count on the future. All you can ever believe is now, this moment. Because in a blink, everything can change.

 - We all make rules for ourselves. It's these rules that help define who we are. So when we break those rules we risk loosing ourselves and becoming something unknown. Who is Deb now? Who am I? Is this a new beggining? Or the beggining of the end?

 - The body forms a scar tissue to close a wound. Has my sister began to do the same? Eventually scars fade. Who knows? With enough time you don't even remember how you got them.

 - Accidents happen, shuttering our sense of control, if not our lives.

 

 - Every contact leaves a trace. Everything and everyone we touch is changed in some way. But the changes they are never what we anticipate.