Frank Hendriks Photography:
Some people never go crazy.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
One day shorter of breath.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside, remembering all the times you've felt that way.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When you lose your sails, row.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.
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:
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Don't exist. Live. Get out, explore. Thrive. Challenge authority. Challenge yourself. Evolve. Change forever.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
My goal is no longer to get more done, but rather to have less to do.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
How lucky I am to have known somebody and something that saying goodbye to is so damned awful.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
All art is quite useless.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more...
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The real cycle you're working on is a cycle called yourself.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully. Dare to be the best you can – at all times, dare to be!
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I love you baby, can I have some more.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the trees I would choose.
