Photography Expressions Quotes & Sayings

Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right. — Elvis Costello

I am only able to be honest. And sometimes my view of the world is pretty dark. But still funny. — Rachel Zucker

You gotta have life your way. If you ain't losing your mind, you ain't partying right. — Young Jeezy

When is nothing special the most important thing? When it's the only thing. Where we come from, beauty is so ordinary that we don't even know we are beautiful. — Bennett Madison

the truck. Yael was waiting at the front bumper, and as he came up to her, a sheriff's patrol car turned off the road and onto the track and accelerated toward them. Virgil said to Yael, "He's been shot, but he'll live. For the time being, anyway. He says he doesn't know anything — John Sandford

I'm creative because I did an icon navigation while everyone else on the planet sticks to words? No, it just means I didn't want to stick to convention. If anything you can call it rebellious but certainly not creative. — Paul Scriven

It is the purpose of life that each of us strives to become actually what he or she is potentially. Each photographer, then, should be obsessed with stretching towards that goal through an understanding of others and the world we inhabit. When that happens, the results, like photographs, are really the expressions of the life of the maker. — David Hurn

I've known your real name since we were in fifth grade. I've been holding back the information for a potential blackmail opportunity. — Liliana Hart

Photography, for me, is something I can control fully. It's wholly my own expressions. — Mia Wasikowska

preferably left buried in — Melody Anne

The print was an old one made from a negative taken in the 1960's of her parents in Sydney Mines, dancing with thrilled, excited expressions on their faces, in front of a classic car that had been a wedding gift at the time. Her mother's hair, red back then, was held back by a blue handkerchief, and she was dressed in a billowing skirt and white blouse. Her father's denim jeans and faded t-shirt were streaked with coal dust as he held her hands and spun her around in the front yard of their old clapboard house, yellow grass under their feet and a cobalt-blue sky with white clouds drifting above. Mandy could almost feel the late summer breeze as she gazed deeply into the print, watching the flamboyant colors come to life. She hung it up to dry on two wooden clothespins hanging from a string above her. — Rebecca McNutt