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Mulberry Tree 1889
Vincent van Gogh
But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via wordsnquotes)
To be an artist, you have to nurture the things that most people discard.
Richard Avedon, Darkness and Light (via wordsnquotes)
Limite | Mario Peixoto, 1931
Love isn’t like it is in books.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Emotional Bankruptcy (via wordsnquotes)
All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.
Aldous Huxley, Crome Yellow (via wordsnquotes)
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations. (via wordsnquotes)
But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via wordsnquotes)
Paris, Texas (1984) dir. Wim Wenders
Eve Fowler
Polaroid of Andrei Tarkovsky Lot 17 - Polaroid 6
‘Mystery Train’, Jim Jarmusch (1989)
Mitzuko: Jun, why do you only take pictures of the rooms we stay in and never what we see outside while we travel? Jun: Those other things are in my memory. The hotel rooms and the airports are the things I’ll forget.
To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as a camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a subliminal murder - a soft murder, appropriate to a sad, frightened time.
Susan Sontag, On Photography (via mastersofphotography)
Duane Michals: Things are Queer, 1973
Louis Malle discusses Le feu follet (The Fire Within), 1994
When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.
Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)