Quotes from Ingmar Bergman

Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace.

Its so horrible to see your own confusion and understand it.

they said you were mentally healthy, but your madness is the worst

Jöns: But feel, to the very end, the triumph of being alive!

You never know when I'm lying. So it would be more practical to believe what I say -Pauline in "In the Presence of a Clown

Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends. Antonius Block: And will you reveal your secrets? Death: I have no secrets. Antonius Block: So do you know nothing? Death: I am unknowing.

My play opens with an actor walking down into the audience, where he strangles the critic, then reads aloud from a little black book all the humiliations he has noted therein. Then he throws up on the audience, after which he exits and puts a bullet through his head.

You know I feel such tenderness for you. It's difficult to bear. I don't know what to do with my tenderness.

I throw a spear into the darkness. That is intuition. Then I must send an army into the darkness to find the spear. That is intellect.

Man has made himself free, terribly and dizzyingly free. Religion and art are kept alive for the sake of sentimentality, as a conventional politeness toward the past, a benevolent solicitude of leisure's increasingly nervous citizens.

No hay tiempo para discutir la soledad.

No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul.

On the whole, however, art is free, shameless, irresponsible, and, as I said: the movement is intense, almost feverish, like, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself has long been dead, eaten, deprived of its poison, but the skin moves, filled with meddlesome life.

Regardless of whether I believe or not, whether I am a Christian or not, I would play my part in the collective building of the cathedral.

A?k, bütün vebalar?n en karas?d?r; ki?i ondan ölebilseydi, a?kta biraz zevk olurdu.

It is my opinion that 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, genetaring and degenerating itself.

Edvard: Du har levat i en konstgjord värld, insnärd i konstgjorda känslor. Jag måste lära dig och dina barn att leva i verkligheten. Det är inte mitt fel att verkeligheten är ett helvete

Our human flesh needs touch and intimacy, what we get, or should get, from a mother--Woman. Shouts and whispers

În ciuda faptului c? port o masc?,nu sunt nesincer.Intui?ia mea vorbe?te repede ?i clar,sunt prezent în deplin?tatea fiin?ei mele.Masca este un filtru.Nimic din ceea ce este personal ?i care nu are nici o importan??,nu trebuie s? treac? prin ea.Tumultul din mine trebuie ?inut în frâu.

When I was a child, I imagined the soul to be a dragon, a shadow floating in the air like blue smoke—a huge winged creature, half bird, half fish. But inside the dragon, everything was red.

Bu kusurlu dünyada her ?ey kusurluysa kendi kusursuz kusurlulu?u içinde en kusursuz olan?d?r a?k.

Alexander: Ingen jävel har en tanke i huvet. Oscar: Du måste vare rädd om mänskor, Alexander. Alexander: Idiotar. Nästsn allihop. Oscar: Så småningom kommer du att förstå - Alexander: Jag tror inte på det där snacket. "Så småningom kommer du att förstå." Vilket förbannat så småningom? Jag ser klart. Mänskor är löjliga och jag tyckar illa om dem.

Alexander: Ingen jävel har en tanke i huvet. Oscar: Du måste vare rädd om mänskor, Alexander. Alexander: Idiotar. Nästan allihop. Oscar: Så småningom kommer du att förstå - Alexander: Jag tror inte på det där snacket. "Så småningom kommer du att förstå." Vilket förbannat så småningom? Jag ser klart. Mänskor är löjliga och jag tyckar illa om dem.

Sara: As professor emeritus, you ought to know why it hurts. But you don't know. Sara: You know so much, and you don't know anything.