Henri Cartier-Bresson Quotes

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

The Photography is a chopper which in the eternity seizes the moment which dazzled it.

Photography, because it stops the flow of life, is always flirting with death.

Photography can only represent the present. Once photographed, the subject becomes part of the past.

He made me suddenly realize that photographs could reach eternity through the moment.

Photographers deal in things which are continuously vanishing.

Photography does not create eternity, as art does; it embalms time, rescuing it simply from its proper corruption.

A photograph is a moment - when you press the button, it will never come back.

Forever is composed of nows.

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.

I take a lot of pictures.

Photography was a way for me to freeze time and to capture the moments that were happy and healthy. I saw a photo as a way to go back to a memory if I ever needed to.

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.

Photography is a form of time travel.

Nobody takes photographs, photographs take you.

Photograph each day so we can live forever

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.

History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every shakable thing has got to be shaken. In a sense, nothing that was ever lost in Port William ever has been replaced. In another sense, nothing is ever lost, and we are compacted together forever, even by our failures, our regrets, and our longings.

Forever is made up of nows.

"No" is just a moment in time.

All it takes is a single moment.

The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts.

The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis of time.

Don’t pack up your camera until you’ve left the location.