Frank Hendriks Photography:
Of all the small nations of this earth, perhaps only the ancient Greeks surpass the Scots in their contribution to mankind.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory depends on the day.
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Don't look for me again.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The best often die by their own hand just to get away.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Loneliness is something I've never been bothered with.
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There is no comfort anywhere.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Alternate crumpling and climbing. Rely on your antennae. When threatened, emit foul odors in self-defense.
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Crap. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. None. Nowhere to be found. Crap. Why doesn't anybody realize this?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I'm mad, I said I'm mad with you. I don't know what I'm gonna do to you. I might drown you, I might shoot you. I just don't know, because I'm mad!
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Now far ahead the road has gone. Let others follow, if they can! Let them a journey new begin. But I at last with weary feet will turn towards the lighted inn, my evening-rest and sleep to meet.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I, When in good humour, Give grass its green, Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun, With gold; Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold, Absolute power, To boycott color and forbid any flower, To be.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Once ye made up yer mind to do somethin', 'tis better t'stumble o'er the small hillock of jump-ahead than t'bash yer head on the jagged rocks of did-nothing.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
