www.carolinecohenour.com

i am a photographer .
this is my tumblr : a collection of inspirations + links to my new work .

my recent photos: on flickr
my current inspiration: on pinterest
my dailies: on instagram
buy my art: on instacanvas
in 140 characters: on twitter
(my portfolio site is under construction)

e: ccohenour AT yahoo DOT com

Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best thing. And no good thing ever dies.
— Shawshank Redemption
Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.
— Louise Erdrich (via walkingfashionable)

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth.

You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness.

Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

— Louise Erdrich
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
Jonathan Safran Foer  (via letsgobananas)

(Source: juneandafter, via iwantmybearsuit)

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I will meet you there.
Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.
— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
I go on writing so that I will have something to read.
— Jeanette Winterson
Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.
— Henri Matisse
The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time is eternally present and so all time is ours. There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.
— The Passion by Jeanette Winterson
Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.
— The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton
Ultralite Powered by Tumblr | Designed by:Doinwork