To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
Henri Cartier-Bresson
Too many to guard them all.
That is the way of things.
He doubted he would come back.
A partial calm descended.
Often they spoke in low voices.
This was no time for anyone to be alone.
That is the way of things.
She looked at him and he looked at her but he did not turn.