Ingmar Bergman Quotes

I'll be your mess,you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks,gloves,to keep us safe But now i'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom "Messy

Love, experienced thus, is a constant challenge; it is not a resting place, but a moving, growing, working together; even whether there is harmony or conflict; joy or sadness, is secondary to the fundamental fact that two people experience themselves from the essence of their existence, that they are only one with each other by being one with themselves, rather than by fleeing from themselves.

Two human beings anchored to one another are like two ships shaken by waves; their carcases collide with one another and creak.

When you become deeply involved with someone, their problems become yours, and vice versa. It's family.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

Love never hurts anybody. And if you feel you have been hurt by love, it is something else in you, not your loving quality that feels hurt.

Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. But as with giving help and accepting it, we had to do both to be made complete-like links overlapping to form a chain, or a lock finding the right key.

The world may think it idiotic, Nor care at all we're symbiotic, But I will say at once and twice: I find it nice. I find it nice.

What we share may be a lot like a traffic accident but we get one another. We are survivors of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.

Is this what family is like: the feeling that everyone’s connected, that with one piece missing, the whole thing’s broken?

Men fear that becoming 'we' will erase his 'I.' For women, our 'we' is our saving grace Women's relationships are like a renewable source of power.

Now and then it's clear to me, that need is love, and love is need.

I'm a fool to keep staying, when you've made hurting me such an art.

I think I'd rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. —Lena

If you couldn't tell the difference between what hurt and what didn't, you had no business being alive. You can't have any good times if you can't tell.

Besides the obvious difference, there was not much distinction between losing a best friend and losing a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumphs and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside. One moment, you'd start to call her to tell her a snippet of news or to vent about your awful day before realizing you did not have that right anymore; the next, you could not remember the digits of her phone number.

A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other's lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.

If we aren't capable of being hurt we aren't capable of feeling joy.

Families are like puzzles. They fit together in a certain way, and if one piece is missing, it throws everything off.

George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. And yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: “Yes, this will do”. Who has made the hideous, the hurting, the insulting mistake of loving… me, and must be punished for it. George and Martha… Sad, sad, sad.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.