Quotes About Perception

And becomes aware of her image once more, vaguely reflected in the dirty attic window: what does it mean, all this concern about our images? It means this is the only way we ever see ourselves; looking out, at others, reflected through cobwebs from an attic window

Besides there are somethings that can't be the truth even if they did happen.

Nadie se queja de la niebla. Ahora ya sé por qué: aunque resulte molesta, permite hundirse en ella y sentirse seguro. Es lo que McMurphy no comprende, que queramos estar seguros. Sigue intentando hacernos salir de la niebla, ponernos al descubierto, donde sería fácil atraparnos.

Es posible que no comprendiera por qué seguíamos sin poder reír, pero sabía que es imposible ser fuerte si se es incapaz de ver el lado cómico de las cosas. De hecho, se esforzaba tanto por encontrarle ese lado cómico a la vida que empezaba a preguntarme si estaría ciego a su otro aspecto, si tal vez era incapaz de comprender por qué la risa se nos atravesaba en el estómago.

This kept happening, off and on. It'd be bright for a little bit, everything shining like chrome, waxy-looking, polished, then go dark as muddy water.

Wieczorem w przeddzieÅ" wyprawy le?aÅ'em w Å'ó?ku, rozmyÅ›lajÄ…c o mojej gÅ'uchocie, o latach udawania , ?e nie sÅ'yszÄ™ ani sÅ'owa, i zastanawiaÅ'em siÄ™, czy potrafiÅ'bym siÄ™ zachowywa? inaczej. A potem przypomniaÅ'em sobie, ?e to nie ja zaczÄ…Å'em udawa? gÅ'uchego, to ludzie zaczÄ™li traktowa? mnie jak durnia, który nie sÅ'yszy, nie widzie i nie potrafi wydusi? z siebie sÅ'owa.

Now they tell me a psychopath's a guy fights too much and fucks too much, but they ain't wholly right, do you think?

With eyes like he's been to the edge and looked over .

Den Der Marcherer Ude Af Takt Hører En Anden Tromme.

I understand perfectly; it's like the madman who goes over Niagara Falls in a coffee can because that's as good a way as any to get dead." "That's right," I tell him, knowing he don't understand it at all—that it's more because it's as good a way as any to stay alive. . . .

They didn't mind so much when I was a dumb logger and got into a hassle; that's excusable, they say, that's a hard-workin' feller blowing off steam, they say. But if you're a gambler, if they know you to get up a back-room game now and then, all you have to do is spit slantwise and you're a goddamned criminal.

We are the culture. All those people that are doing those dumb TV things and promoting hate…that's the 'counter'culture.

As Wittgenstein said, "If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

El dios, o la diosa, del capitalismo, del marxismo, del industrialismo, de la ecología profunda, del consumismo o del ecofeminismo es el dios de lo que puede verse con los ojos, percibirse con los sentidos, registrarse con los sentimientos o venerarse con las sensaciones, un dios al que puede hincarse el diente y que se agota en las formas.

I saw only the glory of green emeralds, and radiant buddhas walking everywhere, and there was no I to see any of this, but the emeralds were there just the same.

Thought is sequential, successive, one-dimensional, while the real world presents itself as a multidimensional, non-successive, simultaneous pattern of infinite richness and variety; and trying to make the one grasp the other is like trying to appreciate a beautiful landscape by looking through a narrow slit in a fence or trying to take in a Renoir painting by microscope alone.

Wisdom sees that the Many is One, and Compassion sees that the One is the Many. Or in the East: Prajna sees that Form is Emptiness, Karuna sees that Emptiness is Form.

This gives the feeling, vis-à-vis time, that you are not moving through time, but rather time is moving through you (that is, through your awareness), with your being not moving at all. It's like sitting in a movie theater and, without moving from your seat, having the entire scenery move past you (and if the you is "headless," then in you).

Across the board, the sense of being any sort of Seer or Witness or Self vanishes altogether. You don't look at the sky, you are the sky. You can taste the sky. It's not out there. As Zen would say, you can drink the Pacific Ocean in a single gulp, you can swallow the Kosmos whole—precisely because awareness is no longer split into a seeing subject in here and a seen object out there. There is just pure seeing. Consciousness and its display are not-two.

Even science itself was held to be no more true than poetry. (Seriously.) There simply was no difference between fact and fiction, news and novels, data and fantasies. In short, there was "no truth" anywhere.

Esa especie de paracaidista que contempla el mundo desde fuera está hundido hasta el cuello en contextos y sustratos que determinan el alcance de su visión!

Everybody who writes about Blake begins by saying that he was a visionary. It is a vague term. All artists, even the most realistic, start with some kind of vision - that is what leads them to select what they need from the infinite diversity of appearances.

The power of the visible is the invisible.

Enormous enlargements of an object or a fragment give it a personality it never had before, and in this way, it can become a vehicle of entirely new lyric and plastic power.