You can't really say what is beautiful about a place, but the image of the place will remain vividly with you.

— Tadao Ando

Isabelle Adjani | Sam Neill

Possession; dir. by Andrzej Żuławski in 1981

Featuring what is arguably the bravest female performance ever put on film — namely, Isabelle Adjani's Cannes-winning turn of shamanistic intensity — the film dares its viewer to enter a trance-like state, in which genres blur and mate to yield a new level of cinematic expression. [...] There's no mistaking the fact that deep inside, Żuławski's cinema is all about searching for grace.

— Michal Oleszczyk

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The wise man will love; all others will desire.

— Lucius Afranius

In chess one cannot control everything. Sometimes a game takes an unexpected turn, in which beauty begins to emerge. Both players are always instrumental in this.

— Vladimir Kramnik

Istvan Kantor | SUPREME GIFT — for Jeff Koons | 2014

You are a heroic sacrificial celebrity and successful double-agent of today's hyper-hollywoodian art-mafioso establishment that uses corporate power and greed to financially abuse the arts and exploit artists all around the world. SUPREME GIFT confirms the rising power and authority of corporate art-criminals and sanctions the fact that the supreme measure of art today is money.

— Monty Cantsin

Unspoken feelings are unforgettable.

— Nostalghia; dir. by Andrei Tarkovsky in 1983

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October 19: The inner world can only be experienced, not described.

— Franz Kafka

Only one journey is possible: The journey within. We don't learn a whole lot from dashing about on the surface of the Earth. Neither do I believe that one travels so as to eventually return. Man can never reach back to the point of origin, because he has changed in the process. And of course we cannot escape from ourselves; what we are we carry with us. We carry with us the dwelling place of our soul, like the turtle carries its shell. A journey through all the countries of the world would be a mere symbolic journey. Whatever place one arrives at, it is still one's own soul that one is searching for.

— Andrei Tarkovsky

We strive for something so intensely, and in looking back, we see in our wake the people we could have loved — lost.

— Hunter S. Thompson

Ivan's Childhood, directed by Andrei Tarkovsky in 1962

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The hardest thing in the world is simplicity.

— James Baldwin

The longer you stay skeptical, doubtful, intellectually uncomfortable, the better it is for you.

— Joseph Brodsky

The Beauty of Boundaries; Snøhetta

Memory is a poet, not a historian.

— Paul Géraldy

In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

— Robert Brault

Sexy doesn't impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.

— Lisa Unger

The moment was all; the moment was enough.

— Virginia Woolf

He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.

— Franz Kafka

Kitty Kraus | Untitled | 2006

I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory.

— Anne Spollen

What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere.

— Charles Bukowski

Tokyo Story; dir. by Yasujirō Ozu in 1953

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

— Rumi

The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.

— Junot Díaz

Because I know that time is always time. And place is always and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place.

— T. S. Eliot

David Guttenfelder; Life in the Cult of Kim

Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.

— Iain Thomas