陈道明,一个清高得只肯在戏里低头的人

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他出身于书香门第,父亲是大学教授。他为爱妻,20年来从不上CCTV;他是个好爸爸;他顾家,厌恶应酬,滴酒不沾;他才华横溢,琴棋书画样样精通,学生时是体育全能,探戈高手;他饱读诗书, 季羡林赞他可胜任北大的研究生导师,与钱钟书是忘年之交;他说他只是个戏子。他就是陈道明。一个很给力的男人!
 

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陈道明,一个清高得只肯在戏里低头的人——冯小刚

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【教养和文化是两回事】教养和文化是两回事,有的人很有文化,但是很没教养,有的人没有什么太高的学历和学识,但仍然很有教养,很有分寸。教养是带有某种天生的素质和一点一滴的积累。——陈道明
 

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一个人的涵养,不在心平气和时,而是心浮气燥时;一个人的理性,不在风平浪静时,而是众声喧哗时;一个人的慈悲,不在居高临下时,而是人微言轻时;情侣间的尊重,不是闲情逸致时,而是观点相左时;夫妻间的恩爱,不在花前月下时,而是大难临头时。
——陈道明
 

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我喜欢收拾家,这是一种心境,收拾完特干净,会觉得很舒服。我觉得男人最大的时尚就是多在家待一待。其实把所有该回家的人都召回家,这个社会
就会安定许多。现在有多少不回家的人,不是因为事业,而是在酒桌上,歌厅里。如果晚上每个家庭的灯都亮了,也是一种时尚。 ——陈道明
 

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好男人的基本标准】不一定要浪漫,但一定要负责任。不一定要挣大钱,但一定要养家。不一定要事事听父母,但一定要有孝心。不一定要三从四德,但一定要宠老婆。不一定要飞黄腾达,但一定要有时间陪家人。不一定要管孩子,但一定要爱孩子。不一定要大男子主义,但大事发生一定要拿得了主意。——陈道明
 

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现在一般人问你看上他什么了,无非说这个人有地位,这个人有钱,这个人有学识,这个人长的帅,就是这四项,我无一可举,我什么都不是的时候,杜宪看上我,说明我太太一点都不功利。只能说是她的伟大,不是我的光荣。
———陈道明
 

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这个世界不是你的
世界,不是说你成功了,你想做什么就能做什么。我觉得做人的最高意境是节制,而不是释放,所以我享受这种节制,我觉得这是人生最大的享受,释放是很容易,物质的释放、精神的释放都很容易,但是难的是节制。——陈道明
 

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朋友,我就有骂他的责任,他也有骂我的责任。在事业上、感情上、人生上就有着互相的义务,每次见面都应该有收获,彼此对对方的存在感到一种愉快,而不是整天厮混在一起。
——陈道明
 

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责任是男人的脊梁,是男人顶天立地的支柱。说到的事就要做到,揽下来的事就要扛住,做错的事就要承担后果。看一个男人是否成熟,不是看他的年龄有多大,而是要看他能担起多大的责任。越是优秀的男人,承担的责任越大,负责任的范围也越广。即使做不了伟大的男人,也要做一个负责任的男人。
—— 陈道明
 

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儒雅的霸气,有钱的男人不是锱铢必较的商人,就是忙于应酬的权贵,而且商人的精算不是所有女人都能承受。而很多男星的修养和光环却成为了白领小资所追逐的对象。
从不喝酒,因为不喝酒也就特别不喜欢饭局。更反感喝醉了酒互相称兄道弟的场面。——陈道明

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In drama as in life, not every spoken line will make perfect sense to the dramatis personae.

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Last Sentences of Novels By [url=http://blogs.independent.co.uk/author/johnrentoul/]John Rentoul[/url][url=http://blogs.independent.co.uk/category/eagle-eye/]Eagle Eye[/url]Last updated: Monday, 14 April 2014 at 10:36 am[url=https://twitter.com/share]Tweet[/url][url=http://blogs.independent.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/rye_catcher.jpg] [/url]I had a [url=http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/the-top-ten-last-sentences-of-novels-9251197.html?origin=internalsearch]Top 10 Last Sentences of Novels[/url] in The New Review,The Independent on Sunday magazine yesterday, a companion piece to [url=http://blogs.independent.co.uk/2014/03/06/top-10-first-sentences-of-novels/]Top 10 First Sentences[/url]. As I said, my rules about single, complete sentences shorter than 140 characters limit turned out to be quite restrictive. Single sentences ruled out some promising entries: Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. Now vee may perhaps to begin. Yes?&#8207Philip Roth, Portnoy’s Complaint. I haven’t read it, but Loveandgarbage explains: The whole book is Portnoy’s monologue to his psychiatrist. This is the only thing the psychiatrist says. The 140-character limit also cut off some popular nominations: The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man againbut already it was impossible to say which was which. George Orwell, Animal Farm. Sorry, Ezekiel Kamara. Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the rightnorth, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-westthen paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east. Aldous Huxley, Brave New World. It also ruled out of order that James Joyce one that ends yes I said yes I will Yes, which is not bad as a last line, but as a last sentence goes on a bit. Of those that made the final cut, The Great Gatsby was subject to late appeals, including from my friend Matt Hoffman, a former colleague at The Independent and literary editor of Time Out in the 1970s: “&#8207Isn’t this metaphor, literally, backwards? The past is the source of the river, the future is where it’s going.” These objections were overruled. I always thought it referred to the tide, as in the Thames estuary. The direction doesn’t matter: the point is the struggle to prevent the current carrying you where you don’t want to go. Anyway, it’s poetic licence, isn’t it? So to those that didn’t make it:

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Happiness is but an occasional episode in a general drama of pain. Thomas Hardy,Mayor of Casterbridge. Nominated by Deborah Mattinson. A good encapsulation of Hardy’s cheerful approach to life rather than a great last sentence of its own. Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops? David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. Nominated by Kensal Rise. Ho hum. The song died awaythey heard the river, bearing down the snows of winter into the Mediterranean. EM Forster, A Room With A View. Nominated by Henry VIIII .&#8207Pleasant but inconsequential. We shall sit with lighter bosoms on the hearth, to see the ashes of our fires turn gray and cold. Charles Dickens, Hard Times. Nominated by Michael Ezra. Don’t like it. The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off. Joseph Heller, Catch 22. Nominated by John Blake. One of my favourite books, but the sentence itself means little without all that goes before. It was the devious cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan. Herman Melville, Moby-Dick. Nominated by Nigel Wimpenny. Not my kind of thing. Somebody threw a dead dog after him down the ravine. Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano. Nominated by Padstersdad. &#8207All right in an absurdist way. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms. Brian Millar &#8207says this is a fabulous piece of underwriting, and that Hemingway wrote 47 variations. Well, it is certainly underwritten. And that’s that. J.B. Priestley, Angel Pavement. Nominated by Helena Moon. Good, but too short and obvious. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever doneit is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. Nominated by Madelaine Morris, and many others. Not in a million years. There is also a website featuring [url=http://firstlinelastline.blogspot.co.uk/]First lines and last lines[/url] of several novels.

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