Quotes About Uncanny

There's something known as the Uncanny Valley where things look a little too real and you're not quite sure what you're looking at. It becomes weird like it did in 'The Polar Express,' where the eyes seem so realistic, and yet you know it's animated.

Okay, that's just eerie," Blue said.

It unnerved her, how not wrong he was.

We like to think, in our anthropocentric way, that irony means that you transcended something, but actually, what it means is that you've realised that you're stuck in something, and you have this kind of uncanny awareness of that, and there's not much you can do about that feeling of stuckness.

I don't even know what the word strange means anymore... that's really strange.

It was the unhappy perception at the center of every ghost story.

A human being with no daemon was like someone without a face, or with their ribs laid open and their heart torn out; something unnatural and uncanny that belonged to the world of nightghasts, not the waking world of sense.

Whatever happened behind now was simply that: behind. Lyra had left it. She felt she was leaving the world altogether, so remote and intent she was, so high they were climbing, so strange and uncanny was the light that bathed them.

She was thirteen T-years older than he, but there was something uncannily familiar about his emotions where she was concerned. Somehow, without realizing it was happening, she'd acquired a MacGuiness with a gun, and she suspected her life would never be quite the same again. She

We had had many Jewish children over a night or several nights at the Beje and even the youngest had developed the uncanny silence of small hunted things.

Chiaroscuro is also the technique of the uncanny. I am etched with unknowing as I continue. I have crossed into a material reserve that permits a maximum of intuition, the "as if " of a speculative thinking, which is outside of knowledge. Reading shows the wrongness of the habitual reification of "the social" and "the personal" in a binary system of values. It submits this binary to a ruinous foundering. And so, an erotics.

My whole life, this is how I've defined the paranormal: can't understand it, can't explain it, can't deny it.

Without a window between me and this absolute-black sky, the effect of such undetailed heavens was profound, frightening not just because of the uncanny darkness but also for a reason that eluded me. Or perhaps the reason was not elusive. Maybe I dreaded acknowledging and considering it, for fear that contemplation would soon sweep me out of the main currents of sanity, into a tributary of madness.

This situation has got eldritch coming out the ass.

How is it that in childhood everything new that caught my interest had an aura of the uncanny, since according to all the authorities the uncanny is not some new thing but a thing known returning in a different form, become a revenant?

Sleep is uncanny, I have always found it so, a nightly dress-rehearsal for being dead.

No, the truth about love is this: if they'd missed the bus they would now be saying the same things about a person they met five minutes later on the Prom; their love was an accident; their lover just a nobody, gift-wrapped by their own imagination. There was nothing uncanny about it. They should have kept the drawbridge to their hearts closed; kept the moat free from weed.

Although the things I am talking about sound uncanny – weird – they are nevertheless real. These kind of things are all possible doorways. If they have been prayed over and committed to that purpose, they become a doorway, with spirits having a permission to come through.

carefully manipulated display lay behind these reports (and whatever the uncanny similarity with a far better known miracle worker of the first century CE), eyewitnesses are

I walk up and down the rows. The heads look like rubber halloween masks. They also look like human heads, but my brain has no precedent for human heads on tables or in roasting pans or anywhere other than on top of a human bodies, and so I think it has chosen to interpret the sight in a more comforting manner. - Here we are at the rubber mask factory. Look at the nice men and woman working on the masks.

Nothing like a puppet to give you the willies.

To fully comprehend the term 'love', you have to imagine, to suppress the possible boundaries visible to a naked eye. Because love is - uncanny.

It was singular. It was damned odd. He must have touched a letter under her pillow because when he straightened up

What one repeatedly finds in Derrida's work is the uncanny effect by which one is invited to sense the unfolding of all of his thinking starting out from anywhere, from any idea, any word, any thought that happens to be at issue. 'Deconstruction' is perhaps the best-known word for this.