#mera

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories. ↗

— Florence King

#disjointed #ephemeral #memories #nostalgia #true

People who are good at film have a relationship with the camera. ↗

— Fiona Shaw

#film #good #people #relationship #who

There's something inimical about the camera and song. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#camera #something #song

Look and think before opening the shutter. The heart and mind are the true lens of the camera. ↗

— Yousuf Karsh

#camera #heart #lens #look #mind

I remembered a mantra that one of my teachers used to tell me at drama school, that every thought will pass across your face. Even if you're thinking about Shreddies the camera will read it. ↗

— Ruth Wilson

#across #camera #drama #drama school #even

I think the camera was always my obsession, the camera movements. Because for me it's the most important thing in the move, the camera, because without the camera, film is just a stage or television - nothing. ↗

— Dario Argento

#because #camera #film #i #i think

People, there's no such thing as, THE BEST CAMERA BRAND, but yes there will always be THE BEST CAMERA AT ANY GIVEN TIME. Technology will change, but not art. ↗

— Ashraf Saharudin

#brand #branding #camera #cameras #photography

In a vast space left free between the crowd and the fire, a young girl was dancing. Whether this young girl was a human being, a fairy, or an angel, is what Gringoire, sceptical philosopher and ironical poet that he was, could not decide at the first moment, so fascinated was he by this dazzling vision. She was not tall, though she seemed so, so boldly did her slender form dart about. She was swarthy of complexion, but one divined that, by day, her skin must possess that beautiful golden tone of the Andalusians and the Roman women. Her little foot, too, was Andalusian, for it was both pinched and at ease in its graceful shoe. She danced, she turned, she whirled rapidly about on an old Persian rug, spread negligently under her feet; and each time that her radiant face passed before you, as she whirled, her great black eyes darted a flash of lightning at you. All around her, all glances were riveted, all mouths open; and, in fact, when she danced thus, to the humming of the Basque tambourine, which her two pure, rounded arms raised above her head, slender, frail and vivacious as a wasp, with her corsage of gold without a fold, her variegated gown puffing out, her bare shoulders, her delicate limbs, which her petticoat revealed at times, her black hair, her eyes of flame, she was a supernatural creature. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#hunchback-of-notre-dame #beauty

I could not bring myself to hang up the phone or even so much as move it from my ear. The chance that I could hear his voice once again was too great a prospect. ↗

— Jasmine Dubroff

#beauty-in-itself-part-one #jasmine-dubroff #love #mera #soul-mates

I think it's bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#camera #girl #pure #beauty