#souvenir

I speak as if he had no secrets from me. Well, then, you must know I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as I knew my own image in a mirror. In other words, I knew him only in relation to myself. ↗

— Angela Carter

#ego #love #love

Sometimes I take the watch, or I take the shoes, but usually the souvenir is to take the life you had with those directors, or the crew - the camera person, the lighting person. When you finish a film it's like a little death. You had a family for a bit, and you finish the movie and you probably will never see each other again. ↗

— Jean Reno

#bit #camera #crew #death #directors

I've lost all my money on these films. They are not commercial. But I'm glad to lose it this way. To have for a souvenir of my life pictures like Umberto D. and The Bicycle Thief. ↗

— Vittorio De Sica

#commercial #films #glad #his way #i

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road. ↗

— Susan Lendroth

#memory #nostalgia #past #remembering #souvenir

He was prepared to die for it, as one of Baudelaire's dandies might have been prepared to kill himself in order to preserve himself in the condition of a work of art, for he wanted to make this experience a masterpiece of experience which absolutely transcended the everyday. And this would annihilate the effects of the cruel drug, boredom, to which he was addicted although, perhaps, the element of boredom which is implicit in an affair so isolated from the real world was its principle appeal for him. ↗

— Angela Carter

#baudelaire #boredom #love #art

I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me. ↗

— Angela Carter

#angela-carter #japan

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic? ↗

— Angela Carter

#angela-carter #japan

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain. ↗

— Christopher Morley

#behind #ever #fleeting #gift #grief

It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all. I had never been so absolutely the mysterious other. I had become a kind of phoenix, a fabulous beast; I was an outlandish jewel. ↗

— Angela Carter

#angela-carter #japan