Best 9 quotes of Susana Fortes on MyQuotes

All that interior violence and complication to defend themselves from the very tenderness.

Her mother always said that dressing properly could save one's life

I suoi versi lasciavano trapelare il nucleo di un paradosso. Forse, per un uomo intelligente, l’unica maniera di affrontare un simile sgomento era vivere in quella contraddizione che, per gli antichi greci, era la madre di tutte le idee. Lorenzo era un lettore insaziabile e scriveva poesie da quando aveva dodici anni, però non aveva mai rinunciato alla politica. Forse non avrebbe potuto farlo neanche se avesse voluto. È possibile che ricavasse un senso di protezione dal fatto di tenere isolate, in compartimenti stagni, le sue due nature, quella di letterato e quella di uomo d’azione. Come chi si raccomanda con una preghiera a Dio e con un’altra al diavolo.

People beleived that the most devastating part of a war are the corpses with their guts out in the open, the puddles of blood, and all that you can capture at first glance. But sometimes the horror is off to the side, in the lost look on the face of a woman who's just been raped, as she limps away alone within the ruins, trying to keep her head down. Gerda and Capa were not aware of this yet. They were too young. And that was their first conflict. They still believed war had its romantic side.

Sometimes, staying alive solely depends on keeping your head in place and your senses alert

To photograph people is to obligate them in some way to face things they weren't expecting to.

To photograph people is to obligate them in some way to face things they weren't expecting to. You take them off their path, away from their plans, from their everyday routine. Sometimes it's also forcing them to die.

We always fall in love with a story, not a name or a body but what is inscribed in the man.

We're born with a mapped-out route. This one, not that one. Who you dream with. Who you love. It's one or the other. You choose without choosing. That's how it is. Each of us travels on their own path. Besides, how do you love someone without truly knowing who they are? How do you travel that distance when there's all that you don't know about the other?