#picture

I am one day going to be working openly in the motion picture industry. When that day comes, I swear to you that I will never sign a term contract with any major studio. ↗

— Dalton Trumbo

#any #comes #contract #day #going

I don't hate myself anymore. I used to hate my work, hated that sexy image, hated those pictures of me onstage, hated that big raunchy person. Onstage, I'm acting the whole time I'm there. As soon as I get out of those songs, I'm Tina again. ↗

— Tina Turner

#again #anymore #big #get #hate

Details create the big picture. ↗

— Sanford I. Weill

#big picture #create #details #picture

I have parents come up to me and say, 'I don't know who you are, but my kid wants his picture taken with you.' ↗

— Devon Werkheiser

#his #i #kid #know #me

The newspapers loved pinup pictures of pretty young swimmers, and as a national champion, I got more than my share of space in the sports pages. ↗

— Esther Williams

#got #i #loved #more #national

I hope that not only my documentaries, but everybody's documentaries, last. It will really confuse historians in the next century, because they'll have, in addition to all the print material, they'll have all these pictures to look at. ↗

— Frederick Wiseman

#because #century #confuse #documentaries #everybody

The human body is the best picture of the human soul. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#best #best picture #body #human #human body

Is a picture really worth a thousand words? What thousand words? A thousand words from a lunatic, or a thousand words from Nietzsche? Actually, Nietzsche was a lunatic, but you see my point. What about a thousand words from a rambler vs. 500 words from Mark Twain? He could say the same thing quicker and with more force than almost any other writer. One thousand words from Ginsberg are not even worth one from Wilde. It’s wild to declare the equivalency of any picture with any army of 1,000 words. Words from a writer like Wordsworth make you appreciate what words are worth. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#genius #humor #humorist #maxism #nietzsche

When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#color #memory #new-england #picture #winter

Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#anything #architecture #else #every #himself