Quotes About Impressions

True, Clara's eyebrows didn't meet. But she was really too pneumatic. Whereas Fifi and Joanna were absolutely right. Plump, blonde, not too large...And it was that great lout, Tom Kawaguchi, who now took the seat between them.

American Notes

Perché è così che ti frega, la vita. Ti piglia quando hai ancora l'anima addormentata e ti semina dentro un'immagine, o un odore, o un suono che poi non te lo togli più. E quella lì era la felicità.

It's how we read the face, said Ian. Remember that you're talking to a psychologist. We like to think about things like that. It's a question of numerous little signals that create the overall impression. But how do internal states who themselves physically? Very easily, said Ian. Think of anger. The knitted brow. Think of determination. The gritted teeth. And intelligence? Liveliness and engagement with the world.

I rode to meet you: dreams like living beings swarmed around me and the moon on my right side followed me, burning. I rode back: everything changed. My soul in love was sad and the moon on my left side trailed me without hope. To such endless impressions we poets give ourselves absolutely, making, in silence, omen of mere event, until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul.

You can tell the ideas of a nation by it's advertisements.

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

Na própria precisão com que outras passagens lembradas se oferecem, de entre impressões confusas, talvez se agite a maligna astúcia da porção escura de nós mesmos, que tenta incmpreensivelmente enganar-nos, ou, pelo menos, retardar, que prescutemos qualquer verdade.

You're going to have some really sexy scars back here, Owe." "Do girls go for that sort of thing?" She was surprised to hear him speak and realized he'd spit out the piece of wood. It was marred with impressions of his teeth. "Scars like this are a sign you've survived in battle." "Some battle," he said ruefully. "Me and a cactus going three rounds, and I nearly bit the dust.

Compared to northern woods, which Leeda had seen on a trip up the Hudson River Valley, the Georgia forest felt primeval. Northern trees seemed picturesque and petite to Leeda, their leaves small in soft, bright greens. Georgia forests were loaded with tall, drooping trees covered in kudzu and smothered in deep greens that seemed like they could swallow someone up. Leeda had never noticed it before.

This landscape is animate: it moves, transposes, builds, proceeds, shifts, always going on, never coming back, and one can only retain it in vignettes, impressions caught in a flash, flipped through in succession, leaving a richness of images imprinted on a sunburned retina.

It's been a pleasure to see female comedians be prominent and flourish - like Kate McKinnon's Rudy Giuliani impressions, which are uncanny in their precision.

Knowing how to paint and to use one's colors rightly has not any connection with originality. This originality consists in properly expressing your own impressions.

The way ran zigzag through a forest of pine which the bitter wind, still that morning, had turned to ice; every bough was adorned with lines of stalactite which shivered and glittered in the morning sun; every needle had a brilliant, vitreous case and when she flicked her whip at a wayside shrub she brought down a tinkling shower of ice-leaves, each the veined impression of its crisp, green counterpart.

Ah well, to the journalist every country is rich.

Dick was always vividly conscious of his surroundings, while Collis Clay lived vaguely, the sharpest impressions dissolving upon a recording apparatus that had early atrophied, so the former talked and the latter listened, like a man sitting in a breeze.

Thinking is still a form of acting. Only in sheer reverie, where nothing active intervenes and even our self-awareness gets stuck in the mud – only there, in this warm and damp state of non-being, can total renunciation of action be achieved. To stop trying to understand, to stop analysing… To see ourselves as we see nature, to view our impressions as we view a field – that is true wisdom.

To observe oneself as one observes nature; to gaze on one's impressions as one would on a field — that is true wisdom.

Through these deliberately unconnected impressions I am the indifferent narrator of my autobiography without events, of my history without a life. These are my Confessions and if I say nothing in them it's because I have nothing to say.

Nestas impressões sem nexo, nem desejo de nexo, narro indiferentemente a minha autobiografia sem factos, a minha história sem vida. São as minhas Confissões, e, se nelas nada digo, é que nada tenho que dizer. Fernando Pessoa.

13] Incluso pensar así es actuar. Sólo en el devaneo absoluto, donde nada de lo activo interviene, donde al fin hasta nuestra consciencia de nosotros mismos se atasca en el lodo —sólo así, en ese húmedo y blando no-ser, se consigue competentemente renunciar a la acción.   No querer comprender, no analizar... Verse a uno mismo como a la Naturaleza; observar sus propias impresiones como quien observa un campo —esto es la sabiduría.

life real. As all of us know, even when we don't know what we're doing, life is absolutely unreal in its directly real form; the country, the city and our ideas are all absolutely fictitious things, the offspring of our complex sensation of our own selves. Impressions are incommunicable unless we make them literary.

To externalize impressions is more a way of persuading ourselves that we have them rather than actually having them.

I'm glad I get to do characters. It's just like a Polaroid shot of whoever the person is, and to me, anyway, that's kind of what life is like. You get a general sense of somebody, and then we're all good, we get it. We understand each other.