When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect… — 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)
