Frank Hendriks Photography:
Life begins on the other side of despair.
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Each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the front tire, the walls; all our necessities.
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
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After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.
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Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
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I have spent enough time in jack rabbit country to know that most of them lead pretty dull lives; they are bored with their daily routines: eat, fuck, sleep, hop around a bush now and then....
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There can be no progress without pain, no creation without destruction.
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Some of our greatest historical and artistic treasures we place with curators in museums; others we take for walks.
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Once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.
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An unexpected disappointment and I am just giving myself into it. Because what the fuck else can you do? Run for cover? Shriek and curse?
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Shit escalates.
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Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.
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A great silence comes over me, and I wonder why I ever thought to use language
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And you say we don't know each other.
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I'm fucking tired of dreaming.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
That's all the freedom we can hope for - the freedom to choose our prison.
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Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Live your life in real time - live and suffer directly on-screen.
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People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe, organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.
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When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’.
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What have I done with this day? And what am I doing with my life? And how must I change to avoid catastrophic end-of-life regrets?
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Yes! I am chang'd - My heart, my soul, retain no more their former glow.
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Sports without Putin worshippers, let's keep this up forever.
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The Russians are not welcome. They commit genocide, day after day. Almost every Russian (99.9%) participates in this. 8000 people arrested, more than 150 million people in Russia remain silent.
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I did not become a vegetarian for my health, I did it for the health of the chickens.
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I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
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Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
