Ina de Bree

‘In quoting others, we cite ourselves.’ - Julio Cortázar

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘One should never be cured of one’s passions.’

Marguerite Duras, Le ravissement de Lol V. Stein, 1964

[katy moukakou @princessekateri]

Οctober on the island 🤍

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘But I was in search of love in those days. At last, I should find that low door in the wall (..) which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.’

Evelyn Waugh -
Brideshead Revisited, 1945

Brideshead Revisited - film, 1981

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘The fortnight in Venice passed quickly and sweetly -
perhaps too sweetly. I was drowning in honey, stingless …’

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945

Gerhard Richter, Venice Staircase, 1985

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘You can’t ever tell what’s going to hurt.’

Evelyn Waugh, A Handful of Dust, 1934

📷 Audrey Hepburn by Dennis Stock, New York 1954

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘Sometimes’, said Julia, ‘I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.’

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945

Martin Parr, Liverpool 1983

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.’

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revised, 1945

📷 Rurik Dmitrienko, Paris, Jardin des Tuileries, 2006

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘…perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols;’ -

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945 | Helene Schjerfbeck

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘I should like to bury something precious in every place where I have been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.’ -

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.’

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945

Monica Merlo

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘We possess nothing certainly except the past.’

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945

Henri Cartier-Bresson

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘But I was in search of love in those days. At last, I should find that low door in the wall (..) which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city’

Evelyn Waugh

Monet in his garden in Giverny

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘O God, make me good, but not yet.’

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945

© Roberto de Mitri

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, ...’ - Evelyn Waugh

Brideshead Revisited, 1945| Ph. @ReinfriedMarass

[Ina de Bree @InadeBree]

‘The only sea I saw was the seesaw sea
With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy.
Let me shipwreck in your thighs.’

Dylan Thomas

Under Milk Wood, 1953 (published posthumously in 1954)

Gerhard Richter - Korsika Schiffer, 1968

[Alessandro @venezia_56]

Venezia
Dicembre 2024

La Salute

📷venezia_56

[Alessandro @venezia_56]

Venezia

Un taglio di luce

A Italo Zannier, per ciò che è stato 🌟

[Franck Marc ✌ @o_franco_aleman]

have a wonderful day! 😀

bonne journée! 🌹

#ThursdayMotivation #jeudi #Donnerstag #FelizJueves #roses

[Luiz Santos Official @LuizSantosMusic]

Gustav Klimt's Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I (completed between 1903 and 1907) is located at the Neue Galerie New York in New York City, United States.
#art #arts #finearts

[MarcoDB @DAXdB]

Amo ciò che di tenace ancora
sopravvive nei miei occhi,
nelle mie camere abbandonate
dove abita la luna, e ragni di mia
proprietà, e distruzioni che mi sono care, adoro il mio essere perduto,
la mia sostanza imperfetta.

Pablo Neruda🖋️

© Michael Kenna

[Ombre @DanniSr8]

🌿Elle ne m’appartient plus, ma vie.
Je l’ai déjà dit.
Je ne me mets pas en scène. Mais la première personne du singulier exprime pour moi tout le concret de l’homme. Toute métaphysique est à la première personne du singulier. Toute poésie aussi.

Aragon

Le Songe du paysan