Frank Hendriks Photography:
Risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Even in winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel.
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Isolation is the gift.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself as a figure in a foggy painting: faltering lines, insecure distances, and a merging of greys and blacks.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Could this get any worse?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
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No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
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.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it.
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It's emotional Morphine. Just go with it.
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They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle earth.
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You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
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Sometimes I think I live in a gap between two worlds, one world that I have to wake up to, be adherent of the rules and dictated by others. A place I sometimes feel the fear of aging and dying before I have figured out what it is I am here to do.
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I expect to die, if not today, then soon.
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I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn’t see it
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I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
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There is a time for silence. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
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Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
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There was not a single gun-toting Russian in sight.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence, whether all that is profound, does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
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I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown.
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Between eating and shitting, that's where human life is found.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.
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There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.