Quotes About Image

All night I carpenter A space for the thing I am given, A love Of two wet eyes and a screech. White spit  Of indifference! The dark fruits revolve and fall. The glass cracks across, The image Flees and aborts like dropped mercury 

Very simply, you were not wise to give me your image. You should know your woman, and be kind. You expect too much of me; you know I am not strong enough to live merely in that abstract Platonic realm out of time and flesh on the other side of all those mirrors.

Myself the rose you achieve--- This body, This ivory Ungodly as a child's shriek. Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image, Uttering nothing but blood--- Taste it, dark red!

Is it possible to love the neutral, objective world and be scared of people? Dangerous for long, but possible. I love people I don't know. I smiled at a woman coming back over the fen path, and she said, with ironic understanding, "Wonderful weather." I loved her. I didn't read madness or superficiality in the image reflected in her eyes. For once.

Last summer's reeds are all engraved in ice as is your image in my eye; dry frost glazes the window of my hurt; what solace can be struck from rock to make heart's waste grow green again? Who'd walk in this bleak place?

Some of the verse of Tennyson shows immense technical skill, is better than anything of Shelley or Swinburne.43 I cite Tennyson's consummate skill to show that it is not merely a question of the slipshod, or of a degeneration of the ear. It is something deeper than that. It is a further stage in the disintegration of the intellect, the further separation of sound, image and thought.

Er versuchte, fröhlich und asexuell zu klingen.

He could not use her or profane her, this mirror image of his life.

I couldn't be an ingenue today, because the business has changed. I remember when you could dress for a premiere just by putting on a cute top. Now you have to be perfect and fabulous in every way, or you're ridiculed.

Los Angeles is such a town of show business, and I'm a terrible celebrity. I find it difficult - it's the beast that must be fed. There's this big wheel of pictures and articles that goes around, and you get pinned on it.

I do not like the Broadway theatre because it does not know how to say hello. The tone of voice is false, the mannerisms are false, the sex is false, ideal, the Hollywood world of perfection, the clean image, the well pressed clothes, the well scrubbed anus, odorless, inhuman, of the Hollywood actor, the Broadway star. And the terrible false dirt of Broadway, the lower depths in which the dirt is imitated, inaccurate.

Notwithstanding the image of himself that he promoted, Trump's business career was always problematic.

Perhaps I can't escape the image that others have created for me, but if I don't try, I will never know if I can or not.

Surely being a Professional Beauty - let alone an ageing one - is one of the most insecure and doomed careers imaginable.

Suicide is much easier and more acceptable in Hollywood than growing old gracefully.

Todo esto lo hacía Raúl como si estuviera ausente, como si fuera una imagen en un espejo. Pero tenía otra Vez en la cara la expresión burlonamente decidida del que no vacila en arriesgarse a un juego que en el fondo le importa poco." (Cortázar, Los Prémios, XL)

seguro que atraparía por fin el gesto revelador, la expresión que todo lo resume, la vida que el movimiento acompasa pero que una imagen rígida destruye al seccionar el tiempo, si no elegimos la imperceptible fracción esencial.

Happy was she who could believe without seeing, who was at one with the duration and continuity of life. Happy was she who was in the room, who had the freedom of the city in everything that she touched or came in contact with, a fish swimming downstream, a leaf on a tree, a cloud in the sky, an image in a poem. Fish, leaf, cloud, image: that's it precisely, unless…

What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?

This triune God created humankind according to the divine image. But the human creature itself is not the image of God; that image is the Son, in whom and by whom we have been created.

When women make their image about youth and sexuality, and not about intellect, that's kind of a dead-end road. So I think it's a combination of self-entrapment and entrapment by society.

We find Tankawosho breaking up a wooden statue of Buddha on a wintry day to make a fire. 'What sacrilege!' said the horror-stricken bystander. 'I wish to get the Shali out of the ashes,' calmly rejoined the Zen. 'But you certainly will not get Shali from this image!' was the angry retort, to which Tanka replied, 'If I do not, this is certainly not a Buddha and I am committing no sacrilege.' Then he turned to warm himself over the kindling fire.

So far from being pushed into the corner and treated as a piece of abstruse theologizing of interest only to specialists, the doctrine of the Trinity ought to have upon our daily life an effect that is nothing less than revolutionary. Made after the image of God the Trinity, human beings are called to reproduce on earth the mystery of mutual love that the Trinity lives in heaven. In

Barry seems to be more flamboyant merely because he gets more interviews to talk about it.