Quotes About Impression

Sono come voglio apparire, anche bella se gli altri lo vogliono, o carina, carina diciamo per i familiari, per loro e basta, insomma posso diventare come gli altri vogliono che sia. E credici. Anche credere che sono affascinante. Dal momento che lo credo, so anche farlo diventare vero agli occhi di chi mi vede e desidera che io sia di suo gusto.

Les gens que l'on rencontre dans les rues, pendant le jour, donnent l'impression d'aller vers un but précis, que l'on suppose raisonnable, mais, la nuit, ils paraissent marcher dans leurs rêves.

I am different when my nails are done. I am more dynamic. I gesticulate more, I am better at scaring my staff. I can indicate impatience by drumming on tabletops and I can wrap up a meeting with a few choice clatters.

Minsk! How pissed-off that sounded! It was great. You could scare the bejayzus out of someone if you said it right.

Elle essaie de former des sons avec sa bouche. Mais ils éclatent comme des bulles, et ne reste qu'une impression blanche, un pli dans quelque chose qui se lisse dès qu'apparu, qui s'efface sitôt pensé. (p245)

I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't.

He was waiting to see what she would make of him, as they say. And then he would be what she made of him.

His appearance was intimidating not from any single feature but from a lifelong habit of presenting a formidable front to the outside world.

My impression is that life—a big word, I know—inflicts themes on a writer through certain experiences that impress themselves on his consciousness or subconscious and later compel him to shake himself free by turning them into stories.

He was one of those people you initially believed had a foreign accent, though it turned out he was American, only spoke delicately, as if every word were something to be carefully dusted off and held up to the light.

No matter how you describe a protagonist, each reader has a personal vision of that character. Leave room for the reader's imagination.

Appearance is never not, at some level, artifice.

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.

However much one hears about individuals, the picture formed in the mind rarely approximates to the reality. So it was with Mrs Maclintick. I was not prepared for her in the flesh. When she opened the door to us, her formidable discontent with life swept across the threshold in scorching, blasting waves.

Cortney at times seemed unnerved by Da Costa's general appearance and manner, but most of all by his clothes, which, as always, looked as if they had been made by a good tailor for someone of quite different shape.

Torquil Fosdick is a funny boy, isn't he?    He certainly is.    I should think he was—well, at least I mean, you know—at least I should think anyone would think so, wouldn't you?    Oh yes, I should think so. If they took the trouble to think about him, I mean.

Fischbein stood in front of Zouch with his hands on his hips. He had a grey face, full of folds and swellings of loose flesh, like a piece of bad realistic sculpture.

The Catholic Church was the bulwark of the country's conservative forces, the foundation of what the right defined as Spanish civilization. Not surprisingly, the outside world had a fixed impression of Spain as a deeply religious country. The jest of the Basque philosopher Unamuno, that in Spain even atheists were Catholic, was taken seriously. Centuries of fanatical superstition enforced by the Inquisition had engraved this image on European minds.

In after years Miranda knew that her first sight of Dragonwyck was the most vivid and significant impression of her life. She stared at the fantastic silhouette which loomed dark against the eastern sky, the spires and gables and chimneys dominated in the center by one high tower; and it was as though the good and evil, the happiness and tragedy, which she was to experience under that roof materialized into physical force and struck across the quiet river into her soul.

Do you know, Watson, said he, that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.

It is a pity he did not write in pencil. As you have no doubt frequently observed, the impression usually goes through -- a fact which has dissolved many a happy marriage.

No tiene importancia alguna lo que usted haga en este mundo. La cuestión es lo que pueda usted hacer creer a los demás que usted ha realizado.

No, no, my dear Watson. The more deeply sunk impression is, of course, the hind wheel, upon which the weight rests.

O que você traz neste mundo não tem nenhuma importância - replicou meu companheiro com amargura. - A questão é o que os outros acreditam que você fez.