Quotes About Map

Because you've been exposed to Western tonal music, you know after a certain chord sequence what the next possibilities are. Your brain has compiled a statistical map of which ones are most likely and least likely. If the song keeps hitting the most likely notes, you'll get bored, and if it's always the least likely ones, you'll get irritated.

He was a prisoner to the calendar, he realised, as we all were. He thought in little boxes that were to be ticked off and filled with things to do. Almost every day he thought back to what he had been doing ten years ago, twenty years ago, further. He lived in the past, by his diary. He was a history man, his head full of dead leaves. It was a form of reassurance, he knew. There were too many roads into the future and he didn't like not having a map for it. (Wait)

She patted his hand. Gnarled, ropescarred, speckled from the sun and the years of it. The ropy veins that bound them to his heart. There was map enough for men to read. There God's plenty of signs and wonders to make a landscape. To make a world.

A mesa com o mapa da floresta já servira de mesa de jantar para o moleiro sua família. Agora servia à morte. À morte e ao medo.

When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south, Gran told Birle. Not empty, Granda corrected her. The forest is never empty.

[T]his country is bigger than Wall Street, and if they don't believe it, I show 'em the map.

We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven.

The place you are right now God circled on a map for you.

Every epic, my friend Jack used to say, should start with a burning map.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.

Anytime I feel lost, I pull out a map and stare. I stare until I have reminded myself that life is a giant adventure, so much to do, to see.

Stephenson would oversee a Klan map that stretched from the Atlantic coast to well beyond the Great Lakes, from the Ohio River to the Canadian border. In a candid moment with a reporter, he had said he was "just a nobody from nowhere—but I've got the biggest brains." Now

Korzybski argued that language must be viewed as a map, which is useful only insofar as it is similar to the world it describes. He stressed the importance of questioning the unconscious assumptions built into our language, and urged a response to life on the basis of fresh, "first order" experience rather than the old experiences that have been crystallized in words and concepts.

Not unlike personal perspectives," Siwash said, "we rarely understand map projections that are not our own.

Our brain is mapping the world. Often that map is distorted, but it's a map with constant immediate sensory input.

The brain is basically a bureaucrat. It looks at the past, applies it to the present and uses it as a map to predict the future. It literally makes up stories.

I had loved studying the map because it was a printed explanation of where I had been placed on earth. It was a love song to location, a psalm of praise to both measurement and extent.

But when the self—not a fictional character—is the landscape of the story, we can't afford to be blind to our own themes and the strands weaving through them. And so we must make a map, even as the ground shifts beneath us. This is, of course, not only a literary problem. —

China's Map" is rooted both in what it calls the "Century of Humiliation" and in its tremendous gains in global economic and military power over the last two decades, and by the energy needs of what will become the world's largest economy (and, by some measure, already is).

If you look at a map of Europe you will observe that Greece is a skeleton-like hand stretching its crooked fingers out into the Mediterranean Sea.

Behind the smokehouse that summer, Ringo and I had a living map. Although Vicksburg was just a handful of chips from the woodpile and the River a trench scraped into the packed earth with the point of a hoe, it (river, city, and terrain) lived, possessing even in miniature that ponderable though massive recalcitrance of topography which outweighs artillery, against which the most brilliant of victories and the most tragic of defeats are but the loud noises of the moment.

Yet they may determine attitudes though they cannot furnish formulas, and opens a region though they fail to give a map.

Curiosity is the secret map to accessing and mining your customer's imagination.

This is Great Tew. You can't find it on the map, you have to get lost on the way to Oxford.