Ingmar Bergman Quotes

I hope I never get so old I get religious.

ياللجحيم! كيف بإمكاني أن أحصل على امرأة؟ أية امرأة؟ كان الجميع يتدبرون أمورهم ما عداي. أنا الذي كنت أمارس العادة السرية، أنا الشاحب، المتعرق، صاحب الهالات الزرقاء حول العينين، الضعيف القدرة على التركيز.

إلى جانب كل هذا، كنت نحيلاً، منكس الرأس، سريع الغضب، البادئ بالصراخ والشجار، سئ العلامات بالمدرسة ومتورم الأُذنين من العقاب.

لقد كانت السينما والمسرح هما ملاذيّ الوحيدين.

For me he's just a hoax. It's empty. It's not interesting. It's dead. Citizen Kane, which I have a copy of — is all the critics' darling, always at the top of every poll taken, but I think it's a total bore. Above all, the performances are worthless. The amount of respect that movie's got is absolutely unbelievable.

Reality is perhaps not at all what I imagine. Perhaps it doesn't exist, in fact. Perhaps it only exists as a longing.

La fe es un grave sufrimiento, es como amar a alguien que está afuera en las tinieblas y que no se presenta por mucho que se le llame. Sentado aquí, con vosotros, que irreales resultan todas esas cosas, pierden su importancia. Siempre recordaré este día, me acordaré de esta paz, de las fresas y del cuenco de leche, de vuestros rostros a esta última luz. Mantendré el recuerdo de todo lo que hemos hablado, lo llevaré entre mis manos amorosamente, como se lleva un cuenco lleno hasta el borde de leche recién ordeñada. Me bastará este recuerdo, como una revelación.

In this profession, I always admire people who are going on, who have a sort of idea and, however crazy it is, are putting it through; they are putting people and things together, and they make something. I always admire this. But I can't see his pictures. I sit for perhaps twenty-five or thirty or fifty minutes and then I have to leave, because his pictures make me so nervous. I have the feeling the whole time that he wants to tell me things, but I don't understand what it is, and sometimes I have the feeling that he's bluffing, double-crossing me.

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.

In our family we had a well-to-do aunt who always gave us magnificent Christmas presents. She was so much part of the family that we even included her in our prayers at bedtime... I suppose I must have been nine or ten years old at the time. Suddenly Aunt Anna's Christmas presents were lying there too, and among them a parcel with 'Forsner's on it. So of course I instantly knew it contained a projector. For a couple of years I'd been consumed with a passionate longing to own one, but had been considered too small for such a present... I was incredibly excited. Because my father was a clergyman we never got our presents on Christmas Eve, like other Swedish children do. We got them on Christmas Day... Well, you can imagine my disappointment when it turned out to be my older brother — he's four years older than myself — who got the projector — and I was given a teddy bear. It was one of my life's bitterest disappointments. After all, my brother wasn't a scrap interested in cinematography. But both of us had masses of lead soldiers. So on Boxing Day I bought the projector off him for half my army and he beat me hollow in every war ever afterwars. But I'd got the projector, anyway.

რწმენა - წამებაა, თითქოს ვიღაცა გიყვარს, რომელიც ბნელში იმალება და რაც არ უნდა იყვირო, მაინც ვერ გააგონებ

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

Necessary illusions enable us to live.

I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.

"I stupidly suggested that we do A Dream Play. There were forty-two parts... It was hell. I thought: 'How can I explain to these forty-two people what Strindberg means by "Poor souls, I feel sorry for us."' It doesn't exist in German."

Most of all I miss working with Sven Nykvist, perhaps because we are both utterly captivated by the problems of light, the gentle, dangerous, dreamlike, living, dead, clear, misty, hot, violent, bare, sudden, dark, spring like, falling, straight, slanting, sensual, subdued, limited, poisonous, calming, pale light. Light.

Say anything you want against The Seventh Seal. My fear of death — this infantile fixation of mine — was, at that moment, overwhelming. I felt myself in contact with death day and night, and my fear was tremendous. When I finished the picture, my fear went away. I have the feeling simply of having painted a canvas in an enormous hurry — with enormous pretension but without any arrogance. I said, 'Here is a painting; take it, please.'