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The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying. -

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying. – John Berger

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Unlike any other visual image, a photograph is not a rendering, an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but actually a trace of it. No painting or drawing, however naturalist, belongs to its subject in the way that a photograph does. – John Berger

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Photography
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The envied are like bureaucrats; the more impersonal they are, the greater the illusion (for themselves and for others) of their power. – John Berger

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Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display. The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress. – John Berger

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One must always maintain ones connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort. – Gaston Bachelard

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The past empowers the present, and the sweeping footsteps leading to this present mark the pathways to the future. – Mary Catherine Bateson

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There is a way to look at the past. Dont hide from it. It will not catch you — if you dont repeat it. – Pearl Bailey

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There is nothing new, but what has become antiquated. – Proverb

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