Quotes About Distortion

As a result of the manipulations and distortions designed to protect the fantasy of her love, both children had been severely damaged in their capacity to feel or even think.

Believing the words of one's mate while ignoring the actions can lead to serious distortions of reality.

To defend against intrusions into this inner fantasy, the person utilizes three major modes of defense: (1) selection; (2) distortion; and (3) provocation. These defenses are behavioral operations that serve to protect the fantasy bond.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

Submitting to censorship is to enter the seductive world of 'The Giver': the world where there are no bad words and no bad deeds. But it is also the world where choice has been taken away and reality distorted. And that is the most dangerous world of all.

they would make her own short body look like a dwarf dragging a curtain.

TSHEMBE Perhaps my obsessions have made me myopic! In this light, for instance, I really cannot tell you from Major Rice! (Peering close into the other's face, he grins) You all really do look alike, you know Ã¢â'¬Â¦

But there was in the air that kind of distortion that bent you a little; it caused your usual self to grow slippery, to wander off and shop, to get blurry, bleed, bevel with possibility.

pretty face, I mean vase.

Such works are mirrors: when an ape peers into them, no Apostle can be seen looking out.

Esta noite, ao rolhar energicamente um frasco com a etiqueta Fórmula Especial n.º 30, cheguei ao fim da minha longa autobiografia: em palavras e em conserva, imortalizei as minhas recordações, ainda que, num como noutro método, seja inevitável a distorção. Temos de viver, receio bem, com as sombras da imperfeição.

Stories should be like life, slightly frayed at the edges, full of loose ends and lives juxtaposed by accident rather than some grand design. Most of life has no meaning--so it must surely be a distortion of life to tell tales in which every single element is meaningful?

The camera sees broken windows.

Actually I think it's the left eye that sees the truth," he added. "It sees everything distorted and deformed. Which in fact everything is. The right eye is the one that sees the fiction of normality. So I have truth and lies, one eye for each. It's good.

Before we are alarmed, we see correctly; when we are alarmed, we see double; and when we have been alarmed, we see nothing but trouble.

It was an age of freaks, monsters, and grotesques. All the world was misshapen in marvelous and malevolent ways.

As a child he was deprived of genuine communication. He suffered unspeakably from this deficiency, and all his works describe nothing other than miscommunication, be it The Castle, The Trial, or The Metamorphosis. In all these novels and stories the questions are never heard—they are answered with strange distortions, and the central figures are totally isolated, totally incapable of getting someone to listen.

Previously, Woolf attributed her depressive states to her terrible, humiliating experiences of sexual molestation. But if she followed Freud's theories, then there had to be other explanations. Perhaps her memories were distorted, not to say false; perhaps they were a reflection not of actual experience but of the projection of her own desires. Perhaps, in short, the whole business had been a product of her imagination.2 I

When we have pleaded for understanding, our character has been distorted; when we have asked for simple caring, we have been handed empty inspirational appellations, then stuck in a far corner. When we have asked for love, we have been given children. In short, even our plainer gifts, our labors of fidelity and love, have been knocked down our throats.

Laughter--an interior convulsion, producing a distortion of the features, and accompanied by inarticulate noises. It is infectious, and though intermittent, incurable.

was tall in a way she associated with fun-house mirrors: rail-thin legs and arms that went on forever.

The recounting of a life is a cheat...even our own stories are obscenely distorted.

We act unbelievingly and disobediently when, for whatever motive, we distort, falsify, or suppress the facts about our life in nature and history.

The un-conscious distortion of the facts is almost harmless compared to the unconscious neglect of an animal's mental life until it verges on the unusual and marvelous.