Quotes About Perception

Man sagte mir, die Welt sei vernetzt, die Entfernung spiele keine Rolle mehr. Es schien mir aber so, als ob nicht die Entfernung, sondern die Nähe keine Rolle mehr spiele. Auch jemanden, der nebenan sitzt, kann man eine E-Mail schicken. Ist die Welt wirklich vernetzt oder ist sie vielleicht verletzt?

Poison often had no taste at all, so no matter how finely honed your palate, your taste buds weren't going to save your life.

I instantly recognized his true masculinity in the fact that he had no cavities.

Sometimes other people's skulls look transparent. At such moments I fall in love.

At that moment, the thing Knut had been perceiving as "time" melted away. Because starting with this moment, he no longer had any time to think about time.

It is the very mind itself that leads the mind astray.

You should strike at the moon in the water.

It is the Mind, That is the Mind, Confusing the Mind. Do not leave the Mind, O Mind, To the Mind.

There was a jail with a prisoner in it," he said, "who was surrounded by mountains of money. He kept counting the money and feeling so happy about his life, thinking that he was the richest man in the whole world. A man passing by saw him and said through the tiny window: "Why are you so happy? You are in prison? Do you know that?" The prisoner laughed: "No! No! It is not that I am inside the jail. It is that you are outside of the jail!

I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people's minds.

Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.

If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story?

I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?

After ~2 years with the iPhone and ~2 weeks with the iPad, it's actually the iPhone that seems like the weird size of the two...

So entrenched is our fictional image of Gypsies that we often brush aside real-world experiences as a mirage when they contradict the picture that we have absorbed and internalized.

But on one occasion he was lost for words. 'If it's all as bad as you describe,' asked an inconspicuous young man at the end of one of the lectures, 'then why did you choose to become a Gypsy?' His image of Gypsies had marked them as a mere lifestyle, a fashion, a brand.

Je me demande encore si, tout compte fait, le monde n'étaient qu'apparences.

I looked her up and down. She wouldn't meet my eyes. I didn't recognize her anymore. She was nothing like the image of her I had in my head. Her features meant nothing to me; she was someone else.

In the final analysis,power is a misunderstanding: you think you know then you realize you have made a thumping mistake.

Tandis qu'ils gravitaient tous autour d'elle, j'avais compris, à cet âge sans philosophie, que l'aveugle n'est pas celui qui ne voit pas, mais celui qu'on ne voit pas ; il n'est pire cécité que de passer partout inaperçu.

Tous les Hommes sont sales d'une manière ou d'une autre. Seulement, il y a ceux qu'un simple verre d'eau suffit à laver, et ceux que tous les océans de la terre ne sauraient purifier.

Poverty, I decided, had nothing to do with fate; it was simply a state of mind. We accept the world as we see it; we believe it to be immutable. But if we look away from the misery even for a moment, another path appears, bright as a new penny, and so mysterious that we begin to dream...