Quotes About Perception

No, Arabs are not lazy, but we take the time to live life to the full; it is something Europeans don't understand. To them, time is money. To us, time has no price.

El polvo ha cubierto de tierra los huertos, ha cegado las miradas y puesto cemento a las ideas

je cherche toujours le bon côté des choses car elles en forcément un.je vois le verre à moitié plein,une forme de sourire par-dessus la grimace,et la colère comme un enthousiasme dénaturé" P: 9

La ternura es, en estos tiempos, una manera como otra de llenar el bocadillo con humo de barbacoa; no se alimenta uno mejor pero tampoco se pierde la ilusión.

Banul n-o fi avand miros, dar, Doamne! ce bine miroase.

If I'm who I am because I'm who I am and you are who you are because you are who you are, then I'm who I am and you're who you are. If on the other hand, I am who I am because you're who you are, and if you're who you are because I'm who I am, then I am not who I am and you're not who you are....

That is how desirable women are, my boy: a little superficial, a little absentminded, inclined to nebulous ideas.

Is there a life outside oneself? Is there a reality outside oneself?

Once, somebody asked Robert Schumann to explain the meaning of a certain piece of music he had just played on the piano. What Robert Schumann did was sit back down at the piano and play the piece of music again.

Trying to imagine E. M. Forster , who found Ulysses indecorous, at a London performance of Lenny Bruce —to which in fact he was once taken. Trying to imagine the same for a time-transported Nathaniel Hawthorne —who during his first visit to Europe was even shocked by the profusion of naked statues.

Still, how I nearly felt. In the midst of all that looking.

I still notice the burned house, mornings, when I walk along the beach. "Well, obviously I do not notice the house. What I notice is what remains of the house. One is still prone to think of a house as a house, however, even if there is not remarkably much left of it.

if one wishes to see a cat badly enough, one will doubtless see one.

Or was it possibly...nothing more than a read ?

Was it Brigid Brophy who gave up on a certain Virginia Woolf novel when she discovered that Woolf believed one needed a corkscrew to open a bottle of champagne?

I also believe I met William Gaddis once. He did not look Italian.

I suppose that in a dark room, even a dim bulb feels bright.

To live (as I understand it) is to exist within a conception of time. But to remember is to vacate the very notion of time. Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place 'Now,' at the moment it's called to the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience. Because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

What if reality (as perceived) were simply an extension of the self? Wouldn't that color the way each individual experiences the world?

To live as I understand it is to exist within a conception of time. But to remember is to vacate the very notion of time.

Svako sje?anje , koliko god mu sadržaj dalek, doga?a se ''sada'', u trenutku kad ga um prizove. Što se ?eš?e prisje?amo, to um ima više prilike prepravljati izvorno iskustvo, jer svako je prisje?anje ponovno stvaranje, a ne reprodukcija.

Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place "now",at the moment it's called up in the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience, because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

By and byGod caught his eye.

The speaker points out the nature of the triumphal procession in 2 Corinthians 2:16-17. He shows that to the victors the aroma of the triumphal procession was sweet but that to the captured prisoners it represented an impending death. 5000 prisoners were necessary for a triumphal procession, and, by contrast, God drew 5000 to Himself in Acts 2.