Quotes About Perception

If I have viewed them from a certain angle, it is because, seen from there, that is how they looked--which may be due to prismatic distortion, but which is therefore what they also are, though unaware of being it.

In the second photo I am thirty years old. My face has hardened. The jaws are accentuated. The mouth is bitter and mean. I look like a hoodlum in spite of my eyes, which have remained gentle. Their gentleness is almost indiscernible because of the fixity of gaze imposed upon me by the official photographer. By means of these two pictures I can see the violence that animated me at the time: from the age of sixteen to thirty.

The solid citizens going by, who make up the crowd, see nothing, know nothing. They are scarcely, imperceptibly, dislodged from their calm state of confidence by the trivial event: Divine being led away by the arm, and her sisters who bewail her.

Divine was metamorphosed into one of those monsters that are painted on walls, for a customer murmured a magic word: 'homoseckshual

si vous voulez bien convenir que la poésie est la rupture (ou plutôt la rencontre au point de rupture) du visible et de l'invisible

Kim ki bu yaln?zl?k kar??nda büyülenmemiÅŸtir, resmin güzelliÄŸini anlayamaz. Anl?yorum derse, yaland?r.

He was experiencing minutes as light as minuets, minutes composed of anxiety and tenderness.

Betrayal is beautiful.

When I got to the street, I walked boldly. But I was always accompanied by an agonizing thought: the fear that honest people may be thieves who have chosen a cleverer and safer way of stealing.

It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.

She no longer rubbed shoulders with clouds and heights, sunset and dawn, but with men stinking of goat.

C'est fort de cÅ"ur ; ça ne crie pas quand tu les tues, ça te fixe dans les yeux, ça te traverse par les yeux avec l'aiguille des yeux.

trois images sont peinturées dedans ma tête, telles que, vivantes, et qui se mettent entre le pays et moi, si bien que je les vois quand mon Å"il, pourtant, regarde l'arbre, l'herbe, la pomme ou le dos des collines.

Il dressa en face de mes yeux une de ces musiques à bouche qu'on achète dans les foires : du fer et du bois.

They went down to the stream. It was all bearded with dirty grasses and was grumbling, for the rains had filled it with water. So it complained. It complained of being too fat. It was never satisfied. In summer it spent its time moaning that it was going to die, and then...Streams were always like that.

Men should only believe half of what women say. But which half?

Education makes us more stupid than the brutes. A thousand voices call to us on every hand, but our ears are stopped with wisdom.

was a skill she had always inwardly marveled at when she discovered it in one of her patients, the smooth transitions and fancy footwork with which someone took a nugget of non-negotiable fact, modified it on the spot, and handed it back, an altogether new and tangible animal

it's never a forgone conclusion that anyone is actually going to see your work, no matter how good it is. And if nobody reads it, it doesn't exist.

Do you think the coroner would talk to me?" "Don't see why not. We've come a long way since Deliverance. We're pretty nice to outsiders now.

I don't think I was young even when I actually was young, and that wasn't yesterday.

and my eyes no longer gaze the same on the face of the world.

The truth is not believable to someone who has not lived it in his muscles.

Anything we think we know about a situation or someone else or even ourselves is always limited by that old trap, point of view. Just as we are all of us stuck in time, so we are also stuck inside ourselves, doomed to live and die inside our own thick skulls. "As