Quotes About Symbolism

Partly as a result of vivid allegorical readings of Homer, the grotto of the nymphs in the Odyssey gets cosmologically extended in meaning, as in the De antro nympharum of Plotinus's student Porphyry, where cos- mos and cave exist for each other. The one is the symbolon of the other, and man is the tertium, who is prevented by temptation and gentle force from reaching his cave-transcending destiny.

The ecclesial body was the sacramental reality to which the Eucharist pointed and in which it participated.

Bitler, politikan?n önemli bir parças? olmu?tur. ?sveç Hurdenburg'da, Orta Ça?'daki belediye ba?kan? seçimi anlat?l?r: "Adaylar masan?n etraf?na oturur, ba?lar?n? e?ip sakallar?n? masaya koyarlar. Sonra bir bit masan?n ortas?na konur ve hangisinin sakal?na giderse o, s?radaki y?l için belediye ba?kan? seçilir.

Is Moby Dick the whale or the man?

There was a posh girl in my year at Cambridge, also a philosopher, who gave names to every significant possession in her life. She had a teddy bear, of course, but her car had a name too. So did her phone. So did both of her laptops and her camera. For all I know, she gave names to her knives and forks as well - I don't know how far these things go with the English aristocracy.

Wie jeder Mensch hat auch ein Buchstabe eine Seele und einen Körper. Seine Seele ist das, was er sagt, und sein Körper ist das, woraus er gemacht ist: aus Tinte oder aus Stein.

As more and more technologies develop that enable us to communicate without touch (from phones to email to phone sex to virtual surgery), it seems likely that touch will become more and more stigmatized as a vehicle for contamination, both literal and symbolic.

The sound of water is deep, its form is serpent-like, its color green, and it is best heard in the roaring of the sea. The sound of fire is high pitched, its form is curled, and its color is red. It is heard in the falling of the thunderbolt and in a volcanic eruption. The sound of air is wavering, its form zigzag, and its color blue. Its voice is heard in storms, when the wind blows, and in the whisper of the morning breeze.

Because Picasso could no longer imitate, he innovated. Plath does the same in "Daddy," her surreal poem of rupture.

In each case, the belief is literally false, but metaphorically true.

Laurie Faria Stolarz

What kind of a man thinks it's appropriate to give his soon-to-be bride a lethal weapon for a wedding present?

If we could understand the full significance of a woman's hat we could prophesy her clothes for the next year, the interior decoration of the next two years, the architecture of the next ten years, and we would have a fairly accurate notion of the pressures, political, economic and religious that go to make the shape of an age.

Clothes are never a frivolity: they always mean something, and that something is to a large extent outside the control of our conscious minds.

Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.

I too have drunk and seen the spider

I have dreamt that all my teeth fell out but my tongue lived to tell the tale

By reading holy literature as if it were a dream, we gain access to a primary mode of our collective unconscious.

But everyone dreams anyway. And we-from Joseph to Daniel to Freud-have had dreams, read them, interpreted them, hidden from them, and even, on occasion, faithfully chanted them from a handwritten parchment scroll. They are an intimate part of our

It is not often that you see life and fiction take each other by the hand and dance.

In Vietnamese, the word for water and the word for a nation, a country and a homeland are one and the same: nu'o'c.

Modern critics, who refuse to let a plain thing alone, have now started a theory that Cervantes's work is a vast piece of "symbolism." If so, Cervantes didn't know it himself and nobody thought of it for three hundred years. He meant it as a satire upon the silly romances of chivalry.

like it or not, what we dress in is a direct reflection of who we are personally, socially, and historically.

Suzanne Collins could have chosen to give us Coin as president, an example of a continuous pattern, mistakes just waiting to be made again. Instead she gives us a song. And children. And though "they play on a graveyard" (Mockingjay), the important thing is that they are free to play.