Frank Hendriks Photography:
Have you ever noticed how ‘What the hell’ is always the right decision to make?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
OK, now let’s have some fun.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
People make mistakes in life through believing too much, but they have a damned dull time if they believe too little.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I say, she is sinfully attractive when she's angry.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, 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.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The fact that it’s unbelievable but every single thing alive has its own center of being, and looks out on the world from that point of view, even a worm, or a jellyfish.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
And now let us believe in a long year, new, full of things that have never been: and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so photography is the only recourse left for me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool, the expert in solitary confinement.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it, you'll get it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It is a hard thing to look at through the fence for hundreds of years without wondering what it would be like on the other side.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There can be no progress without pain, no creation without destruction.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
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.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Shit escalates.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
So many people walk around with a meaningless life.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Anyone can have a friend, but the one that would walk in a storm to find you is all you will ever need.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It's okay, if you want to go. It's quiet now.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Anyone who lives in Amsterdam knows that it’s October that’s the cruelest, holding out a few days of false hope and then gleefully hitting you with the shit.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
How dreary to be somebody. How public, like a frog. To tell your name the livelong day. To an admiring bog.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It's a dangerous business going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
We don’t like yellow and red lights. They slow us down or stop our flow. They’re hard. They’re a shoeless winter. They say no.
