Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.
JOHN BERGEREmigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.
More John Berger Quotes
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We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.
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Matisse did neither. He clashed his colours together like cymbals and the effect was like a lullaby.
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My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies.
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The zoo cannot but disappoint. The public purpose of zoos is to offer visitors the opportunity of looking at animals.
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Photographs bear witness to a human choice being exercised in a given situation.
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Today the discredit of words is very great.
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To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.
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It is seeing which establishes our place in the surrounding world; we explain that world with words, but words can never undo the fact that we are surrounded by it
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The past is the one thing we are not prisoners of. We can do with the past exactly what we wish. What we can’t do is to change its consequences.
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When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls.
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The heart of Paris is like nothing so much as the unending interior of a house.
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Traditional Chinese art looked at the Earth from a Confucian mountain top;
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To live and die amongst foreigners may seem less absurd than to live persecuted or tortured by one’s fellow countrymen….
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The power of the glamorous resides in their supposed happiness: the power of the bureaucrat in his supposed authority.
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Whenever he looked he saw the labour of existence; and this labour, recognised as such, was what constituted reality for him. (On Vincent Van Gogh)
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