Art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship. It severed an umbilical cord and now lives its own sterile life, generating and degenerating itself. In former days the artist remained unknown and his work was… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
“I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light.[...] I… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
I am conscious about myself and everything, and then suddenly, or slowly, my conscious fades out. Switches off. And it's not existing, and that's… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
All of us collect fortunes when we are children. A fortune of colors, of lights, and darkness, of movement, of tensions. Some of us… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
This damned ranting about doom. Is that food for the minds of modern people? Do they really expect us to take them seriously? — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
When we experience a film, we consciously prime ourselves for illusion. Putting aside will and intellect, we make way for it in our imagination.… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
When you die, you are extinguished. From being you will be transformed to non-being. A god does not necessarily dwell among our capricious atoms. — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
“I'll tell you something banal.We're emotional illiterates.And not only you and I-practically everybody,that's the depressing thing.We're taught everything about the body and about agriculture… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
“I have always had the ability to attach my demons to my chariot. And they have been forced to make themselves useful.” — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
The individualists stare into each other's eyes and yet deny the existence of each other. — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
![“I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light.[...] I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.” quote by Ingmar Bergman](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/3e6/ingmar-bergman-4973_memory_i-shall-remember-this-moment-the-silence_20642.jpg)
