Red narrating: These walls are kind of funny like that. First you
hate’em, then you get used to’em. Enough time passes, gets so you depend
on them. That`s institution alized.
4．Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.
Red narrating: You could argue he’d done it to curry favor with the
guards. Or, mabye make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think he did
it just to feel normanl again, if only for a short while.
2．Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing
Red narrating: We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt
like freemen. h*ll, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our
own houses. We
were the lords of all creation. As for Andy—-hespent that break hunkered
in the shade, a strangelittle smile on his face.watching us drink his
Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good
thing eve r dies!
5．Prison life consists of routine, and then more routine.
Prison life consists of routine, and then mort routine
Red: Let me tell you something my friend: Hope is a dangerous thing.
Hope can drive a man insane.
Andy Dufresne: That’s the beauty of music. They can’t take that away
Red reading a note left by Andy: Remember, Red, hope is good thing,
mabye the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.
（On playing opera records in the prison）
Andy Dufresne: Here’s where it makes the most sense. You need it so you
don"t foget. Foget that there are palce in the world that aren’t made
out of stone That there’s a---there’s a---there’s something inside
that’s yours, that they can’t touch.
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.
Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free. It takes a strong man
to save himself, and a great man to save another.
10．Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
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
bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sorry, and stop wasting
my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don`t give a shit.
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.
I guess it comes down to a simple choice:Get busy living, Or get busy