Inge Morath famous quotes

Photography is a strange phenomenon... You trust your eye and cannot help but bare your soul.
-- Inge Morath

#Photography #Eye #Soul

To take pictures had become a necessity and I did not want to forgo it for anything.
-- Inge Morath

#Want

Photography is essentially a personal matter - a search for inner truth.
-- Inge Morath

#Photography #Matter

In my heart I like to remain an amateur, in the sense of being in love with what I'm doing, forever astonished again at the endless possibilities of seeing and using the camera as a recording tool.
-- Inge Morath

#Heart #Being In Love #Forever

Pressing the shutter has remained a moment of joyful recognition, comparable to the delight of a child balancing on tiptoe and suddenly, with a small cry of delight, stretching out a hand toward a desired object.
-- Inge Morath

#Children #Hands #Delight

We look at the world and see what we have learned to believe is there. We have been conditioned to expect... but, as photographers, we must learn to relax our beliefs.

The business of making a photograph may be said in simple terms to consist of three elements: the objective world (whose permanent condition is change and disorder), the sheet of paper on which the picture will be realized, and the experience which brings them together.

What is the subject matter of this apparently very personal world? It has been suggested that these shapes and images are underworld characters, the inhabitants of the vast common realm of memories that have gone down below the level of conscious control. It may be they are. The degree of emotional involvement and the amount of free association with the material being photographed would point in that direction.

And when you, O human, will return to Nature, that day your eyes will open, you will stare straight into the eyes of Nature and in its mirror you will see your image. You will knowthat when you hid from Nature, you hid from yourselfWe who have been turned away from Nature - if we desire life, we must establish a new relationship with Nature.

I don't like it when people don't look me dead in the eye. I move my head around trying to catch their eye.

Order, thou eye of action.

I held his gaze. I could see the storm in his eyes. I knew he was confused. I could see the fear. Then there was the love. I saw it. The fierceness in his eyes. I believed it. I could see it clearly. But it was too late now. The love wasn't enough. Everyone always said that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul was shattered.

Wild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high.

The winds were blowing from west to east, pushing Abby's boat toward the rocks as Abby struggled with the autopilots below. If Wild Eyes reached those islands, she wouldn't run aground, keel in the sand. She would be smashed into pieces.

The soul of the slave, the soul of the "little man," is as dear to me as the soul of the great.