Quotes About Impression

The real locals were like fish in water, unaware and unimpressed.

The door opened to reveal something like the opposite of Inspector Genette: a very big man. Prognathous, callipygous, steatopygous, exophthalmos—toad, newt, frog—even the very words were ugly.

Not to mention the fact that the name of the plumbing, heating, and air-conditioning company he worked for had been stitched on the upper left-hand side of it. His working attire had told Serena everything she'd needed to know, and since she had hired that very company in the past for some of

Vi er som brever som er sendt ut: vi befiner os ikke længer under befordringen, vi er kommet frem. Så er det da om vi har hvirvlet glæder og sorger op ved vårt indhold eller vi intet indtryk har efterlat.

I do not know from where the impression came, but it appeared to me that I had never in my life seen a more vile back than this one, and I did not regret that I had abused the creature before he left me.

Every growing thing has received its peculiar impress: the delicately blown breath of the first cold. The stubbles straggle wanly sunwards, and the falling leaves rustle to the earth, with a sound as of errant silkworms.

All persons are usually judged by the shapes in which they appear to the eyes of others.

I have kind of a funny relationship with movies. I don't have to see the whole movie to get an impression of it or to let it have an influence on me.

When a garden is used as a place to pause for thought, that is when a Zen garden comes to life. When you contemplate a garden like this it will form as lasting impression on your heart.

Impression minus expression leads to spiritual depression.

Religion, you know, enters very deep; in reality it is the deepest impression I have in speaking to people, that they are or that they are not of my religion.

A respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your soul

Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.

What I saw in that country, I saw in that country and I saw people respect him and his family and that's what I mean about that.

But I gotta say, oh, baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her.

Perception is reality. If you are perceived to be something, you might as well be it because that's the truth in people's minds.

Oamenii din "?inutul Rodiei" sunt foarte înÈ›elepÈ›i; È™tiu c? exist? doar dou? roluri pentru fiinÈ›ele din aceast? lume: cei care È›in minte È™i cei care sunt È›inuÈ›i minte.

Somewhere in [China's] soul lurks the cunning of an old dog, and it is a cunning that is strangely impressive. What a strange old soul! What a great old soul!

Even if he or she isn't aware of it, every individual spends an entire lifetime creating and evolving a personal image that others perceive.

For nearly 40 years Johannes Meintjes has enriched the South African art scene with his personalised works which have the inherent quality of good art - the artist's genuine feelings and moods can be felt in each brush or palette stroke…

Sometimes you get a flash of what you look like to other people.

Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not saying that's what they really are. I'm just saying sometimes it seems that way, and that those details (a thigh mole, a full face flush, a scar the precise shape and size of a cashew nut) are so many hooks waiting to land you.

Barcelona is a very old city in which you can feel the weight of history; it is haunted by history. You cannot walk around it without perceiving it. In Los Angeles, it is quite the opposite: it is an older city than it might seem to be, but you don't perceive this -- every day you get out of your home, you are driving somewhere and sometimes you get this impression that everything was put there the night before.

Who a person becomes later in life, how he lives, how he dies, cloud's people's memories of him, spinning and skewing-distorting-their portraits of him as a child. But we will draw Vincent as clearly as we can using not only impressions but also strong lines, sharp details. A picture will emerge.