Quotes About Image

Uygar toplumlarda kullan?mlar? nas?l olursa olsun, aynalar, tüm ÅŸiddete dayal? ve kahramanca eylemler için gereklidir. .... Çünkü kad?n gerçeÄŸi söylemeye baÅŸlarsa erkeÄŸin aynadaki görüntüsü küçülmeye baÅŸlar; yaÅŸam kar??s?ndaki uyumluluÄŸu yok olur. (s.42)

There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: honey-colored skin, thin arms, brown bobbed hair, long lashes, big bright mouth); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita).

There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, [...]; and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors.

The bowl that emerged was one of those gifts whose first impact produces in the recipient's mind a colored image, a blazoned blur, reflecting with such emblematic force the sweet nature of the donor that the tangible attributes of the thing are dissolved, as it were, in this pure inner blaze, but suddenly and forever leap into brilliant being when praised by an outsider to whom the true glory of the object is unknown.

What further concentration is needed, what added intensity must one's gaze attain, for the brain to enslave the visual image of a person?

It had lasted no more than four days—four days which were perhaps the happiest days of his life. But now he had exhausted his memories, was sated by them, and the image of Mary, together with that of the old dying poet, now remained in the house of ghosts, which itself was already a memory. Other than that image no Mary existed, nor could exist.

Physically, he was a sickly bald-headed man resembling a pallid gland. His

Lei assomiglia in modo eccezionale a sua madre. Non ho mai avuto il piacere di conoscerla di persona, ma Rodrig Ivanovi? mi ha gentilmente promesso di mostrarmela in fotografia».

Had I not somehow tampered with her fate by involving her image in my voluptas

If I broke her heart, her image of me would break too

my knees were reflections of knees in rippling water

Outwardly, Roy was an obvious figure. If you drew a pair of old brown loafers, two beige elbow patches, a black pipe, and two baggy eyes under heavy eyebrows, the rest was easy to fill out.

plans, as of yet there has been no theory or process for true strategy creation. We believe the four-step process proposed here goes a long way to correct this situation. By being built around a picture, it addresses many of managers' discontents with existing strategic planning and yields much better results. As Aristotle pointed out, "The soul never thinks without an image.

You have to watch your language. People will think you have no fucking class

Did you know that if Barbie was a real woman with those proportions, she'd have to carry her kidneys in her purse?

In show biz you are where you live. Real estate is the key to who has been signed, dumped, divorced, defrocked, deflowered, disbarred, arrested, disgraced, married and multiplied.

We are a people captivated by the power and romance of metaphor, forever seeking the invisible through the image of the visible.

Americans in any century can be too inclined to accept consultant-crafted images of flesh-and-blood people.

Paul portrays "God's" redemptive purpose as the conforming of the elect to "the image of his Son, in order that he [Jesus] might be the first-born [pr?totokos] among many brothers" (Rom 8:29).

God" explicitly features in christological expressions such as "Son of God," "Image [eik?n] of God," "Lamb of God," God's "Servant [pais]"; and in some other titles "God" is obviously implicit, e.g., (God's) "Messiah/Christ," (God's) "Word," and "the Son.

People had this image of the Jacksons as the perfect American family and I destroyed that image. But what people have to understand is writing that book was very healing for me.

It's impossible to imagine my mother like that. I cannot imagine her softened, thawed, decayed, becoming sweeter as she spoils. I imagine her trapped in a mirror instead. A permanent image of her locked into a rectangle of hard brightness, open-eyed.

I'm not someone who likes to have my picture taken, let alone see it plastered all over the place.

Woman's desire is subjugated to her image (...) as bearer, not maker, of meaning.