Quotes About Perception

Mi s-a p?rut c? am în?eles, înc? din acea perioad?, c? oamenii, evenimentele, istoria sunt întotdeauna ambigui ?i c? acordul spiritelor este arareori altceva decât o neîn?elegere binecuvântat? de zei.

Fiindc? era mereu în întârziere, sfâr?ea câteodat? prin a fi în avans.

Timpul îmbrac? forme ciudateîn ochii amintirii. El se destinde sau se chirce?te, se multiplic? sau se pliaz?.

Nu e de ajuns s? spui c? timpul domne?te asupra lumii: lumea e timpul.

Nu, nu eram niste ignoran?i. Dar eram mor?i. Timpul ne-o luase înainte.

Oare încerc?m sau suntem capabili vreodat? s? în?elegem ceea ce nu suntem?

nici unul din noi nu este nimic altceva decât ceea ce lumea din jurul lui a hot?rât c? este.

Descopeream c? lumea avea multe înf??i??ri care se negau una pe cealalt? ?i c? nu era nimic altceva decât un m?nunchi de puncte de vedere reciproce care se cuprindeau succesiv.

Acestea sunt paradoxurile, salturile ?i evit?rile pe care le aduce scurgerea timpului. Ea ba le accelereaz?, ba le încetine?te.

Il y a des jours, des mois, des années interminables où il ne se passe presque rien. Il y a des minutes et des secondes qui contiennent tout un monde.

For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.

But the ultimate question is, Do the eyes receive other things than what the mind projects on them; aren't they really mirrors reflecting the mind's emissions? Perhaps we live in a world invented by ourselves.

It happend that Bob referred in front of Paul to the young woman met in Chantilly; it happened that Paul spoke to Bob of the one from the cinema that he'd had so much trouble seeing again. It never occurred to them that these portraits might bear a certain resemblance to each other, and the fact is that they bore none at all.

From what I hear of what has been appearing in the newspapers," Ike wrote his son John, "you are learning that it is easy enough for a man to be a newspaper hero one day and a bum the next.

As proof that HOW we see things matters, Gen. Montgomery took a preprepared text that had been deemed an innocuous complement to his American troops and delivered it in such a way that his condescension prompted more division than unity.

I do not believe in God, for that implies an effort of the will — I see God everywhere!

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such that they make you as light as a shred of tulle, subtle as a flake of mist, airy as a caprice. Your thick muscles, your arms, your thighs, your hands, are more unreal than the melting of day into night. You envelop me and I contain you.

Certain acts dazzle us and light up blurred surfaces, if our eyes are sharp enough to see them in a flash, for the beauty of a living thing can be grasped only fleetingly. To pursue it during its changes leads us inevitably to the moment when it ceases, for it cannot last a lifetime. And to analyze it, that is, to pursue it in time with the sight and the imagination, is to view it in its decline, for following the marvelous moment in which it reveals itself, it diminishes in intensity.

Would it perturb you to see things as they are? To gaze at the world tranquilly and accept responsibility for your gaze, whatever it might see?

the characters in my books all resemble each other. They live, with minor variations, the same moments, the same perils, and when I speak of them, my language, which is inspired by them, repeats the same poems in the same tone.

Y]ou're in a fog. When you circle round, you watch us live. You watch us struggle and you're envious.