Edouard Quotes & Sayings

This woman's work is exceptional. Too bad she's not a man. — Edouard Manet

This was perhaps what you feared: to become inert in a body that still breathes, drinks, and feeds itself. To commit suicide in slow motion. — Edouard Leve

Beautiful is who you are — Jessica Edouard

I think that the photos that we like were made when the photographer knew how to disappear. If there were a secret, certainly that would be it. — Edouard Boubat

I do not belong to any school, I simply want to do something that is personal to my self. — Edouard Vuillard

There is only one true thing: instantly paint what you see. When you've got it, you've got it. When you haven't, you begin again. All the rest is humbug. — Edouard Manet

To say that a thing is beautiful is simply an act of faith, not a measurement on some kind of scale. — Edouard Vuillard

The West is not in the West. It is a project, not a place. — Edouard Glissant

You directed toward yourself a violence that you did not feel toward others. For them you reserved all your patience and tolerance. You — Edouard Leve

If you were still alive, you would perhaps have become a stranger to me. Dead, you are as alive as you are vivid. Your — Edouard Leve

You were said to have died of suffering. But you died because you searched for happiness at the risk of finding the void. — Edouard Leve

I would kiss you, had I the courage. — Edouard Manet

When I am coming back from a trip, the best part isn't going through the airport or getting home, but the taxi ride in between: you're still travelling, but not really. — Edouard Leve

When a man can observe himself suffering and is able, later, to describe what he's gone through, it means he was born for literature. — Edouard Bourdet

You were not surprised to find yourself ill adapted to the world, but it did surprise you that the world had produced a being who now lived in it as a foreigner. Do plants commit suicide? Do animals die of helplessness? They either function or disappear. You were perhaps a weak link, an accidental evolutionary dead end, a temporary anomaly not destined to burgeon again. — Edouard Leve

There is no symmetry in nature. One eye is never exactly the same as the other. — Edouard Manet

I wanted to live as Edouard did, joyfully, sucking the marrow out of every moment and singing because it tasted so good. — Jojo Moyes

The latest fashion ... is absolutely necessary for a painting. It's what matters most. — Edouard Manet

The country only has charms for those not obliged to stay there. — Edouard Manet

Because I know war ... because I know the horror, I don't want to add to it ... After the war, we felt the need to celebrate life, and for me photography was the means to achieve this ... — Edouard Boubat

Millions of unnecessary photos are taken every day. People stand before the Pyramids and photograph them, when for three cents they could buy postcards which show them much better. — Edouard Boubat

Your life was a hypothesis. Those who die old are made of the past. Thinking of them, one thinks of what they have done. Thinking of you, one thinks of what you could have become. You were, and you will remain, made up of possibilities. — Edouard Leve

We have one world. We have one chance; to be a united force of positive strength, to feed humanity the light of being humane. — Jessica Edouard

Since you seldom spoke, you were rarely wrong. You seldom spoke because you seldom went out. If you did go out, you listened and watched. Now, since you no longer speak, you will always be right. In truth, you do still speak: through those, like me, who bring you back to life, and interrogate you. We hear your responses and admire their wisdom. If the facts turned out to contradict your counsel, we blame ourselves for having misinterpreted you. Yours are the truths, ours are the errors. — Edouard Leve

The homeless embodied the final stage in a decline your life could have tended toward. You did not take them for victims, but for authors of their own lives. — Edouard Leve

To know makes me grow
Not to know harms me
To forget frees me. — Edouard Leve

I need to work to feel well. — Edouard Manet

A photographer is a witness. He has a moral duty. Every picture must be true and honest. I believe a photographer's strength is his ability to accurately record reality. There are photographers who think they are lucky if they find unusual or special subject. But it is never the subject that is so marvelous. It is how alive and real the photographer can make it. — Edouard Boubat

One must choose, in life, between making money and spending it. There's no time to do both. — Edouard Bourdet

Conceive of a picture really as a series of harmonies. — Edouard Vuillard

19.Rxc7N. There comes the novetly! [sic] Actually, the impression I had is that both players had more or less analyzed the rest of the game. — Romain Edouard

Color is a matter of taste and of sensitivity. — Edouard Manet

There's no symmetry in nature. One eye is never exactly the same as the other. There's always a difference. We all have a more or less crooked nose and an irregular mouth. — Edouard Manet

To me, photography is like a quest, or a pilgrimage, or a hunt. I love painting, I love music, but photography is what has allowed me to get outside of myself. — Edouard Boubat

Every time I paint, I throw myself into the water
in order to learn how to swim. — Edouard Manet

Through light, together, let us breed positivity as a lifestyle. — Jessica Edouard

The day of death ... is one of the five mysteries, the key of which God holds in his own hands. — Edouard Rene De Laboulaye

If I'm lucky, when I paint, first my patrons leave the room, then my dealers, and if I'm really lucky I leave too. — Edouard Manet

You didn't identify with happy people, and in your excessiveness you projected onto those who had failed in everything, or succeeded in nothing. — Edouard Leve

Satan is cunning and man is weak, but God rules the heart of his faithful, and does what he will. — Edouard Rene De Laboulaye

When you traveled with company, the country would shrink away; your companion would become the subject of your voyage as much as the country itself. As for group travel, the country would end up being the silent host whose presence one forgets like one does an overly timid guest, the principal subject becoming the backdrop. — Edouard Leve

Your suicide makes the lives of those who outlive you more intense. Should they be threatened by boredom, or tshould the absurdity of their lives leap out at them from the curve of some cruel mirror, let them remember you, and the pain of existence will seem preferable to the disquietude of no longer being. — Edouard Leve

Nowadays, photographers start out with ideas, and their photos become the expression of an idea. To my way of thinking, a photo should not depend on ideas, should go beyond ideas. — Edouard Boubat

I don't write in the morning, my brain isn't up to it yet, I don't write in the afternoon, I'm too sad, I write from five o'clock on, I need to have been awake a long time, my body relaxed from a day's fatigue. — Edouard Leve

The world waits until after a conflict, after the deaths of hundreds of thousands, and then it sorts through the rubble. If those most victimized somehow prevail, trials are held and justice is finally served, but it is served too late. Tell me, if you could prevent the deaths of thousands of innocents, would you do it? Or is it safer to wait until afterward and then hold trials for the killers? And if the evildoers win, do you simply bite your lip and do business with them, making them your trade partners in a world where commerce overrides morality? Like — Edouard Kayihura

You cannot live when you are untouchable. Life is vulnerability. — Edouard Boubat

There are certain pictures I can never take. We turn on the TV and are smothered with cruelty and suffering and I don't need to add to it. So I just photograph peaceful things. A vase of flowers, a beautiful girl. Sometimes, through a peaceful face, I can bring something important into the world. — Edouard Boubat

One must be of one's time and paint what one sees. — Edouard Manet

Insults are pouring down on me as thick as hail. — Edouard Manet

All the vices lead to fortune when they are joined with the vilest of all
avarice. This is the secret of life. — Edouard Rene De Laboulaye

Only once can I say "I'm dying" without telling a lie. The best day of my life may already be behind me. — Edouard Leve

Fifteen years old is the middle of my life, regardless of when I die. — Edouard Leve

If the blood of France and of Germany flows again, as it did twenty-five years ago, in a longer and even more murderous war, each of the two peoples will fight with confidence in its own victory, but the most certain victors will be the forces of destruction and barbarism. — Edouard Daladier

Everything I Write is True, But So What? — Edouard Leve

In a face, look for the main light and the main shadow; the rest will come naturally - it's often not important. And then you must cultivate your memory, because Nature will only provide you with references. Nature is like a warden in a lunatic asylum. It stops you from becoming banal. — Edouard Manet

It is not enough to know your craft - you have to have feeling. Science is all very well, but for us imagination is worth far more. — Edouard Manet

Concision in art is a necessity and an elegance. The verbose painter bores: who will get rid of all these trimmings? — Edouard Manet

You spoke to strangers for hours. Afterward you walked the streets in search of other cafes, but they were closed. You stretched out on the park benches of a square near the Gare Saint-Lazare, and you remarked on the shape of the clouds. At six o'clock you had breakfast. At seven you took the first train home. When, the next day, your friends repeated to you the words you had spoken to strangers in the cafe, you remembered nothing of them. It was as though someone else inside you had spoken. You recognized neither your words, nor your thoughts, but you liked them better than you would have if you had remembered saying them. Often all it took was for someone else to speak your own words back to you for you to like them. — Edouard Leve

The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me ... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted. — Edouard Manet

Was it the same light that enchanted the first photographers? It is the same, and it is still brand new - it is something that never wears out. — Edouard Boubat

God alone is true; God alone is great; alone is God. — Edouard Rene De Laboulaye

Spenser Reynolds began telling about his next project - an attempt to have suicides coordinate their leaps from bridges on a score of worlds while the All Thing watched - and Tyrena Wingreen-Feif stole all attention by putting her arm around Monsignor Edouard and inviting him to her after-dinner nude swimming party at her floating estate on Mare Infinitus. I — Dan Simmons

Edouard said that he didn't take Hector for a fool, but he could see that Hector had fallen in love, which was worse than being a fool. — Francois Lelord

When you were awake, stretched out in your bed in the dark, shutters drawn, your thoughts would flow freely. They would grow obscure when you got up and opened the curtains. The violence of daylight would efface the nocturnal clarity. In the daytime, people were barriers, dividing you up, preventing you from hearing what you listened to at night: the voice of your brain. — Edouard Leve

A self accused is a self excused." You — Edouard Leve

You would renounce organizing your future. You would let yourself be guided by the randomness of encounters and events, indifferent to one choice over another. — Edouard Leve

You used to give yourself over to endless sessions of doubt. You would claim to be an expert on the subject. But doubting would tire you so much that you would end up doubting doubt itself. I saw you one day at the end of an afternoon of solitary speculation. You were unmoving and petrified. Running several kilometers in a deep forest full of ravines and pitfalls would have exhausted you less. — Edouard Leve

To describe my life precisely would take longer than to live it. — Edouard Leve

No one other than yourself could have given you a greater taste for life than for death. — Edouard Leve

Once you confessed to someone that you had been very depressed when dining with her several months earlier. She was stunned, discovering her blindness like a time bomb. And you, faithful, kept a straight face. You — Edouard Leve

Conciseness in art is essential and a refinement. The concise man makes one think; the verbose bores. Always work towards conciseness. — Edouard Manet

I want this epitaph engraved on my tombstone: "See you soon — Edouard Leve

Color is a matter of taste and sensitivity. — Edouard Manet

Words are naught but wind, and the fairest promises like dreams that take flight with the morning. — Edouard Rene De Laboulaye

You had felt idle in this city through which you had paced only to kill time. But the emptiness that you believed yourself confronted with was an illusion: you had filled those moments with sensations all the more powerful in that nothing and no one had distracted you from them. — Edouard Leve

In some way, a photo is like a stolen kiss. In fact a kiss is always stolen, even if the woman is consenting. With a photograph it's the same: always stolen, and still slightly consenting. — Edouard Boubat

One should never refuse an invitation to lunch or dinner, for one never knows what one may have to eat the next day. — Edouard De Pomiane

You didn't like to travel. You rarely went abroad. You would spend your time in your bedroom. It seemed useless to you to travel for miles in order to stay in a place less comfortable than your own. — Edouard Leve

You did not fear death. You stepped in its path, but without really desiring it: how can one desire something one doesn't know? You didn't deny life but affirmed your taste for the unknown, betting that if something existed on the other side, it would be better than here. — Edouard Leve

A self excused is a self accused. — Edouard Leve

Life is proposed to me
My name is passed on to me
My body is imposed on me — Edouard Leve

In their beginnings, events preserve the potential that they lose in their completion. Desire prolongs itself so long as it is not achieved. — Edouard Leve

Above all, keep your colors fresh! — Edouard Manet

Your taste for abbreviation meant that instead of finishing the works you undertook, you finished yourself. You — Edouard Leve

And so you worried about not remembering what happened in between the things you wrote down. You had lived those moments too. Where had they gone? — Edouard Leve

The eve of a long trip is filled with both exaltation and anxiety, but the day itself is a pure euphoria of action, and anxiety returns in the middle of the trip, at an empty moment, when the exoticism of the setting out has not yet given way to that of going home. — Edouard Leve

Taking photographs is not something that happens only in a moment I press the button. It is a full-time occupation. For me there is difference between leisure and work. — Edouard Boubat

While traveling, a new destination would seem more desirable to you than wherever you were, right up to the moment you got there and found that your dissatisfaction had followed you: the mirage had shifted to the next stop-over point. Yet your preceding stops would become more attractive as you got further away from them. For you, the past would be forever improving, the future would draw you forward, but the present would weigh you down. — Edouard Leve

Who speaks of art speaks of poetry. There is not art without a poetic aim. There is a species of emotion particular to painting. There is an effect that results from a certain arrangement of colors, of lights, of shadows. It is this that one calls the music of painting — Edouard Vuillard

The sight of land, far away, brought you back to the reality the sea had made you forget. As you drew nearer to the beach, you would leave behind the waking dream the waves had thrown you into — Edouard Leve

No one can be a painter unless he cares for painting above all else. — Edouard Manet

To live, to experience the world, to communicate with a camera, all these are interrelated and cannot be separated from everyday live. — Edouard Boubat

He resembled a corpse. This was perhaps what you feared: to become inert in a body that still breathes, drinks, and feeds itself. To commit suicide in slow motion. You — Edouard Leve

In the midst of this utopia, which only your fellow lone voyagers would perceive, you used to transgress society's rules unknowingly, and no one would hold you accountable for it. You would mistakenly enter private residences, go to concerts to which you had not been invited, eat at community banquets where you could only guess the community's identity when they started giving speeches. Had you behaved like this in your own country, you would have been taken for a liar or a fool. But the improbable ways of a foreigner are accepted. Far from your home, you used to taste the pleasure of being mad without being alienated, of being an imbecile without renouncing your intelligence, of being an impostor without culpability. — Edouard Leve

Politics is like a race horse. A good jockey must know how to fall with the least possible damage. — Edouard Herriot

Remain steadfast in the faith; instruct yourself; bridle your tongue; repress your wrath; forbear to do evil; associate with the good; screen the faults of your neighbour; relieve the poor by your alms; and expect your reward in eternity. — Edouard Rene De Laboulaye

There is a word we haven't used yet: virginity ... To make a photograph, the plate must be virgin, but your eye as well. — Edouard Boubat

Speaking commits me Listening teaches me Silence tempers me Birth — Edouard Leve

There is no art without a poetic aim. — Edouard Vuillard

Who is this Monet whose name sounds just like mine and who is taking advantage of my notoriety? — Edouard Manet