“That girl has line in her head.”
Dorothea Lange’s grandmother Sophie saying how Dorothea could see line and composition.
From the book Dorothea Lange, A Life Beyond Limits by Linda Gordon.
Photograph by Dorothea Lange: A Sign of the Times—Depression—Mended Stockings, Stenographer, San Francisco 1934
“Nothing says hell has to be fire.”
From the book A Reliable Wife by Robert Goolrick
“On up the mountain there’s a light making its way. On up the mountain night and day, you’ll get tired and you’ll get weak, but you won’t abandon your masterpiece.”
Song On Up The Mountain by Jakob Dylan from the 2008 album Seeing Things
“When I look in your eyes through all the years, I see me lovin’ you, and you lovin’ me.”
Sung by Al Green, one of my favorite singers.
Songwriters: MITCHELL, WILLIE / GREEN, AL L. / JACKSON, AL JR. I’m Still In Love With You lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BUG MUSIC
Pablo Picasso “La Dance” 1922. Pastel on canvas.
One joy shatters a hundred griefs.
—Old Chinese Saying
Sculpture “Pleasing” by Maria Rubinke
“I know it’s late, I know you’re weary. I know your plans don’t include me. Still here we are…both of us lonely; longing for shelter from all that we see. Why should we worry? No one will care, girl. Look at the stars so far away. We’ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?We’ve got tonight babe. Why don’t you stay?
Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely. All of my hopes, fading away. I’ve longed for love, like everyone else does. I know I’ll keep searching, even after today. So there it is, girl. I’ve said it all now. And here we are babe; what do you say? We’ve got tonight. Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight babe. Why don’t you stay?”
Lyrics We’ve Got Tonight by Bob Seeger
“We belonged together; there was a dream rightness and magic to it, inarguable; the thought of her flooded every corner of my mind with light and poured brightness into miraculous lofts I hadn’t even known were there.”
Romy Schneider & Alain Delon, dancing at home, 1959
“[Why are we so afraid of joy?] We think right behind joy is a knife that will cut your throat if we really feel it. It’s almost like a laugh—your chin goes up and your throat is exposed. If I laugh too loud, someone will slit my throat. That’s the terror of joy.”
Be sure to read the book that Gloria Vanderbilt wrote with her son, Anderson Cooper, called The Rainbow Comes and Goes.
Don’t believe everything you think.
The Two Friends by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 1894.