Photojournalists Who Use 35mm Quotes & Sayings

What a Chimera is man! What a novelty, a monster, a chaos, a contradiction, a prodigy! Judge of all things, an imbecile worm; depository of truth, and sewer of error and doubt; the glory and refuse of the universe. — Blaise Pascal

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies. — Faye Weldon

Paradoxically, capital has unleashed myriad objects upon us, in their manifold horror and sparkling splendor. Two hundred years of idealism, two hundred years of seeing humans at the center of existence, and now the objects take revenge, terrifyingly huge, ancient, long-lived, threateningly minute, invading every cell in our body. — Timothy Morton

We die well when we die with purpose fulfilled".

~R. Alan Woods [2012] — R. Alan Woods

People are going to singlel you out, so you might as well give them something to look at.
-Sadie Kane — Rick Riordan

I wanted to drag them all out, flay us all, destroy all the artificial separations of history. You'd merely done what I had, after all
split from two cells into four then eight then sixteen until you've accumulated all your arms and legs and organs and pushed yourself into the world
so fucking what? You honkey, nigger, spic, dyke, cunt. If I cry out, who will hear me? — Kelly J. Cogswell

We cannot live without valuing: but we can live without valuing what you value. — Friedrich Nietzsche

It's difficult to do something radically new, unless you are at the heart of a company. — Jonathan Ive

I have noticed that when people tell their own stories, often it has less to do with wanting to communicate an idea to another than with clarifying an emotion to themselves. Or when the subject of the story is beloved and missing, as a way to make them here and alive. — Lydia Minatoya

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over".
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone — T. S. Eliot