PANS LABYRINTH 2006 | dir. Guillermo del Toro

The world is a cruel place. And you’ll learn that, even if it hurts.

PAN'S LABYRINTH (2006) dir. Guillermo del Toro

"My mother warned me to be wary of fauns." Pan's Labyrinth (2006) dir. Guillermo del Toro

PAN’S LABYRINTH  (2006) dir. Guillermo del Toro

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2/31: Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) dir. Guillermo del Toro

books i read in 2019: pan’s labyrinth by guillermo del toro and cornelia funke

“In consiliis nostris fatum nostrum est,” the words read. “In our choices lie our fate.”

A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning...

The Pale Man in Pan’s Labyrinth (2006)

Me? I've had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the woods and the earth. I am a faun.

Yo he tenido tantos nombres. Nombres viejos que solo pueden pronunciar el viento y los árboles. Yo soy el monte y el bosque y la tierra. Soy.. Soy un fauno.

(Pan’s Labyrinth, 2006)

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006)

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006)

Many, many years ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison. Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death, and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And every day, the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone... forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time.