Quotes About Impressions

I take it to be from the greatest extremes, both in virtue and in vice, that the uniformly virtuous and reformed in life can derive the greatest and most salutary truths and impressions.

The greatest impressions I have from watching 'Dynasty' were the fashion but, also, these women who had these very visceral emotions that they took out on each other for various reasons.

Youth is one of the most visceral times that I remember.

Bilinçle kavrad???m?z ve yapt???m?z ?eylerin, bireysel geli?imimizle hiçbir ilgisi olmayan gizli kalm?? duyusal izlenimlere k?yasla hayat?m?z üzerindeki etkisi ne kadar az.

Gamache wondered how low the bar was set when all a man had to do to attract a woman was not smell like decomposing bears.

Our means of receiving impressions are absurdly few, and our notions of surrounding objects infinitely narrow. We see things only as we are constructed to see them, and can gain no idea of their absolute nature. With five feeble senses we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex cosmos.

It was characteristic of the vein of unhappy sluggishness and inertness in him that only when impressions had subsided into the remote past could he be thrilled by them. The reality of the present seemed always weighted with something hurting.

An artist is a man who digests his own subjective impressions and knows how to find a general objective meaning in them, and how to express them in a convincing form.

I appreciate a book intended to be judged by its cover. The insincere readers are often weeded out while the sincere readers remain curious.

We should see the desire for neatness, the desire for sharp impressions, as a desire in art.

Books leave gestures in the body; a certain way of moving, of turning, a certain closing of the eyes, a way of leaving, hesitations. Books leave certain sounds, a certain pacing; mostly they leave the elusive, which is all the story. They leave much more than the words.

As though in her heart she was not a travel writer at all, as her mother had said she wished to be, but simply a traveler, in the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling, but does not care to record them.

All of this is one of God's merciful arrangements. He gives your children a mind that will receive impressions like moldable moist clay. He gives them a disposition at the beginning of life to believe what you tell them, to take for granted what you advise them, and to trust your word rather than a stranger's. In short, He gives you a golden opportunity of doing them good. See that the opportunity is not neglected and thrown away. Once it slips away, it is gone forever.

At the bottom of all these tangled impressions she glimpsed a changed idea, another way of loving someone that she had not experienced before, an attachment like that to a brother, to a friend, to a lover who could never be her lover, of a musical soulmate, a companion who might have been a lifelong collaborator.

Americans are suckers for an English accent.

I'm much softer than people think. I don't present to the world an emotional face. I'm pretty good at self-control, but I am easily moved.

But considering that I walked in expecting no complexity at all, let alone the visual wonderments, "Snow White and the Huntsman" is a considerable experience.

Outside, the colours accost his eyes: the glancing lapis sky, the virulent green of the verge, the creamy blossoms of a tree, the pink kirtle of a woman leading a nag along the road.

it would be interesting to find out what goes on in that moment when someone looks at you and draws all sorts of conclusions.

La memoria es una artista extraña, redibuja los colores de la vida, borra lo mediocre y solo conserva los trazos más hermosos, las curvas más conmovedoras.

The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.

And even before my brain, lingering in consideration of when things had happened and of what they had looked like, had sufficient impressions to enable it to identify the room, it, my body, would recall from each room in succession what the bed was like, where the doors were, how daylight came in at the windows, whether there was a passage outside, what I had had in my mind when I went to sleep, and had found there when I awoke.

Of these multiple impressions our memory is not capable of furnishing us with an immediate picture. But that picture gradually takes shape, and, with regard to works which we have heard more than once, we are like the schoolboy who has read several times over before going to sleep a lesson which he supposed himself not to know, and finds that he can repeat it by heart next morning.

The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. They were only a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years