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.
Prison life consists of routine, and then mort routine
7．I guess it comes down to a simple choice: get busy living or get busy
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.
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.
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.
2．Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing
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.
11． I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were
singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are better
left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so
beautiful it can’t expressed in words and it makes you heartache because
of it I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in
a great place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had
flapped into our drab little cage an d made these walls dissolve away,
and for the briefest of moments, every last man is Shawshank felt 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.
8．I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged.
Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of
you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the
place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I
guess I just miss my friend.
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.
I guess it comes down to a simple choice:Get busy living, Or get busy
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
（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.