In The Mood For Love Essay

‘In The Mood For Love’ is a Romance melodrama and is Directed and written by Wong Kar-Wai which is a Hong Kong film and released in the year 2000. The film’s plot takes place in 1962 which tells the story of two married couples that move into the residents of Shanghai living in rented rooms of a neighbouring apartment, a newspaper editor Mr Chow (played by Tony Leung) and his wife, Mrs Chan (played by Maggie Cheung) and her husband a representative of a Japanese-owned company, both couples become neighbours. Mr Chow and Mrs Chan both being the main protagonists in the story discover that both their respective spouses are having an affair, the betrayal brings both of the protagonists together to meet and discuss about their spouses’ secret affairs and practice their countermeasures with one another towards their respective spouses. As they both meet day by day, they begin to have an uncertain affair and at times deliberately try to avoid one another perhaps due to ethical concerns, and yet deeply miss one’s company. Unfortunately, Mr Chow and Mrs Chan’s relationship comes to a regretful end. The following analytic essay will attempt to demonstrate to provide information in detail about the key concepts of the film’s style and the director’s

Much has been said about love, but if you search the horizon, you will discover that most of the things written about love are either pithy or cynical.

How has our perception of love changed throughout the centuries? In today’s media, our perception of romance has been distorted due to movies, tv shows, and songs. While in the Middle Ages, literature and ballads were how most people learned about romantic love. “Stories told through the ages to describe variations of love as it is found, challenged, lost, denied or thwarted, only to flare up again, carrying all before it, or else destroying the lovers in a conflagration of desire .” Although, our culture is more open and accepting of relationships, in the Middle Ages, secrecy and adulterous relationships were normal in order to have love and romance.

In a world obsessed with the possession of "things," it is ironic to see that all people seek one thing that is completely intangible, love. Love can't be held, bought, manipulated, traded, forgotten, or stolen. Love is pure, honest, true, fulfilling, and most of all valuable. Love is not limited either. An unknown author once wrote, "Trying to bring pleasure to someone, because of the pleasure you feel to see that person's pleasure, is perhaps the most beautiful demonstration of love." Isn’t amazing how something so powerful can be found in the simplest of things. In my life I have felt love in many aspects of my life. I love my family, my friends, my country, my life, and myself. These are all the

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

Essays in Love is a novel about two young people, who meet on an airplane between London and Paris and rapidly fall in love. The structure of the story isn’t unusual, but what lends the book its interest is the extraordinary depth with which the emotions involved in the relationship are analysed. Love comes under the philosophical microscope. An entire chapter is devoted to the nuances and subtexts of an initial date. Another chapter mulls over the question of how and when to say ‘I love you’. There’s an essay on how uncomfortable it can be to disagree with a lover’s taste in shoes and a lengthy discussion about the role of guilt in love.

Soft rays of sunlight dance gently across my face leaving patterns in every direction they move. My bedroom walls remind me of you. Days without you by my side are black and white. Dull. I had no friends until you came back into my life. Our time together was magenta. Peaceful. You always knew how to draw me to you, even without meaning to. Chilling. The blue sky that one day when we were nine laying down on the grass at the park, that was the day I first realized I kind of loved you. These same walls we confessed our love and desires. As I lay here in my bed with sheets you once laid, I feel your presence consume me.

The sun’s light rays shined down on the earth outside, growing warmer as it rose above in the sky. Inside Layton’s chambers, where it was dark and cool, he lay working himself to sleep, gorging on the now free pouring life from the girl frail between his arms. He was starving by the time he left Ava, but he didn’t realize until now it wasn’t for blood. He didn’t understand what exactly as he tightened his grip around the flesh, the need constricting his breathing and scorching through his veins through to his heart, his eyes, where it all burned.

In life we often forget how to truly love ourselves. We fill our bodies with things we know are gonna slowly kill us, but we've been taught by those around us thats its a coping mechanism to be sane or to “fit in”. We learn lessons but take the knowledge the completely opposite way that deprives us of feeling happiness and love. We get hurt and build the barriers that stop us from giving our all to someone because past experiences make us think that'll it'll happen again; sometimes it does and sometimes it takes us by surprise and makes us wish we never suffocated ourselves by the thought of something bad happening.

As a little girl growing up in a world of poverty, gang violence, broken families, and teen pregnancy. I never thought I would meet my prince charming. One day I was walking down the road with my friends back in 2003 fresh out of high school. There he was standing there looking tall, dark, and handsome. What was so great about the moment is that I knew who he was because he played basketball with my brother in school. My first words to him were,"Where have you been?". I haven't seen you since you graduated. So I told my friends I would catch up to them later because I was too busy dreaming and mesmerized of how handsome and fine he looked. As the time we on we started hanging out and dating. He met my family and I met his family. Within 3 years he asked me to marry him right in front of our families. As a little girl I never ever thought this would happen to me.

A seemingly endless stretch of road takes me to where I am needed. The call that changes everything happened only moments ago and my heart has not ceased trying to pound its way out of my chest. The deep, dark abyss engulfs me as I speed past the barren land. The fear of missing this important moment overpowers the fear of hitting the crushing mass of a deer, so I press down on the gas pedal harder. Desperation causing all other worries and thoughts to fly out the window. I needed to be there the minute I got the call, but the 55 miles in between my destination and I laughs at my attempt to reach my destination in a timely manner and stretches on with no end in sight. Time is not my friend tonight. I feel the need to push the beast of a car as fast as it can possibly go bubbling up inside me, and I have to restrain myself with all my might. I am fighting a losing battle, I know, but still I try, knowing that I want to be there for this once in a lifetime moment. I had been waiting for this night for months, and now that it's finally here, I am in the middle of nowhere trying my hardest to get to where I need to be but not seeming to be getting anywhere.

The first time Daisy saw James Gatz she knew she loved him. I remember her coming over to my house and telling me all about him. They met at a diner where he was a dishwasher. He saw her come into the diner multiple times but she was always with other people. One day she came in by herself and he got enough courage to go talk with her. Gatz’s shift had just ended so he sat and talked with her. They immediately clicked. He walked her home and James officially asked her on an official first date. Daisy called me and told me about him that night. She told me how good looking he was. She thought James Gatz was the one she had dreamed of marrying since she was a little girl.

I sat on the stone cold bench near the fountain with my eyes fixated on the water that gushed forth from its four spouts, though I was not focused on it. I was there for what felt like hours, though the watch wrapped around my wrist said otherwise. My stomach was in knots and my depths of my chest were churning. It had been two days since this turmoil had begun, yet my heart said it began decades ago.

A smile made its way to my lips as we finally reached the countryside, it stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown and green squares. It always had a unique way of making me feel at peace, the blustering wind, the fresh air, the clear sky, the radiant sun, and the chanting of birds, it all seemed like a hymn sung straight to my soul. Plus, the people there were really simple and honest, never been interested in judging one another, didn’t even give a damn about politics, or had any diplomatic views, they didn’t care about anything that was outside of their little bubble, they dealt with life day by day, and their biggest concern was always getting bread to feed themselves and raising their children peacefully.