Quotes About Immersion

Love in the 21st century is an immersion in greedy mathematics.

For the actor, everything seems real; whether it is in acting or by carrying out his daily tasks.

I have to fill the bathtub with water.

When I read a novel I am not here. I am transported to far-off places, my eyes unseeing of the words on the page, busy with a scene being played out in my mind's eye, with my ears engaged, hearing the voices carry from the pen to the present. What a lovely place to be-not here - Just Jane (Chapter Four Page 35)

My stories wrap around me like a cozy quilt, and sometimes I long to pull that quilt over my head and pin the blanket shut, allowing me to immerse myself in the world vivid in my mind.

When I read a novel I'm not here. I'm transported to far-off places, my eyes unseeing of the words on the page, busy with a scene being played out in my mind's eye, with my ears engaged, hearing the voices carry from the pen to the present. What a lovely place to be—not here.

We travel to see the world in new ways, to feel ourselves fully in the world, immersed in the experience of discovery.

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.

In other words you disappear, you become one with your words, not separate, and when you put your pen down, the you who was writing is gone.

It is also hard to write about a city we just moved to; it's not yet in our body.

That sounded a lot more appetizing than my aging cynicism, complete lack of interest in others, and lifetime of enthusiastic immersion in a culture that encourages you to look out for number one. Clearly, my best self was miles down the road.

All in all, for someone who was immersed in, fascinated by, and dedicated to flight, I was disappointed by the wrinkle in history that had brought me along one generation late. I had missed all the great times and adventures in flight.

Munira relished twilight as a prelude to that awesome shadow. He looked forward to the unwilled immersion into people, huts, without consciously choosing the links. To choose involved effort, decision, preference of one possibility, and this could be painful. He had chosen not to choose . . .

The sense of incredible realism that many people experience when interacting in virtual worlds with virtual people is known as presence.

Tomorrow I'd start learning this city the way I liked best, by moving through it.

Peretur had never seen so many beasts living in so small a space; even closed, if she shut her eyes she could hear them, feel them, taste their curiosity.

I hit the ground running, without a lot of training, so I had to do whatever I could do to survive as a professional, and if that meant being that character 24/7 and acting out, I was going to do that. I lived those characters, I brought them home with me.

You're either going to walk through life and experience it fully or you're going to be a voyeur. And I'm not a voyeur.

Philosophy is not a spectator sport.

There is something to be said for experiencing great art, or nature, by oneself; the absence of other people makes the enjoyment more pure, and one's perceptions grow acute and discerning.

There is something called the rapture of the deep, and it refers to what happens when a deep-sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean and can't tell which way is up. When he surfaces, he's liable to have a condition called the bends, where the body can't adapt to the oxygen levels in the atmosphere. All of this happens to me when I surface from a great book.

When you read you must get out of your own skin and into the skin of the people you are reading about, that is the only way to enjoy i

In any case, I would prefer to read something I don't enjoy than do almost anything else. I like the act of reading in itself. Following the lines of something — not just the story but the rhythm, the tone, the feel of what has accumulated from before and what is beginning to impend — becoming surefooted on the high-wire of the author's intention.

It is always difficult to give oneself up; few persons anywhere ever succeed in doing so, and even fewer transcend the possessive stage to know love for what it actually is: a perpetual discovery, and immersion in the waters of reality, an unending re-creation.