D. Lupton Quotes

Are some free fonts a gift to humanity rather than a blight on typographic civilization ?

To say a grid is limiting is to say that language is limiting, or typography is limiting. It is up to us to use these media critically or passively.

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Design is art that people use.

Think more design less

Typography is what language looks like.

It is easier to talk than to listen. Pay attention to your clients, your users, your readers, and your friends. Your design will get better as you listen to other people.

Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.

Letters do love one another. However, due to their anatomical differences, some letters have a hard time achieving intimacy.

Working within the constraints of a problem is part of the fun and challenge of design.

Design is as much an act of spacing as an act of marking.

Graphic design is the spit and polish but not the shoe.

Urban public space is a stage for viewing the field of graphic design in its diversity. A mix of voices, from advertising to activism, compete for visibility.

A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.

But my lazy lack of faith, my in-vogue atheism, has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives.

I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.

Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels.

In time of great anxiety we can draw power from our friends. We should at such times however avoid friends who sympathize too deeply who give us pity rather than strength.

However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.

An explosion in space makes no sound at all.

Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels....

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody's sister now.

Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.