Quotes About Perception

Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!

I have never been able to make out," I began, "why women are so shy about being caught reading poetry. We men--lawyers, mechanics, or what not--may well feel ashamed. If we must read poetry, it should be at dead of night, within closed doors. But you women are so akin to poesy. The Creator Himself is a lyric poet, and Jayadeva must have practised the divine art seated at His feet.

Do not say it is morning and dismiss it with a name of yesterday

The world speaks to me in pictures, my soul answers in music.

In appearance Sachish gives the impression of a celestial being. His eyes glow; his long, slender fingers are like tongues of flame; the colour of his skin is more a luminescence than a colour. As soon as I set eyes on him I seemed to glimpse his inner self; and from that moment I loved him.

Brahmos accept a formless deity who is invisible to the eye. You accept idols who cannot be heard. We acccept the living who can be seen and heard-- it's impossible not to believe in them.

Sachish became so aware of her that his mystic trance broke. He could no longer regard her as a metaphor for a transcendental mood.

we long for things not because they are great in themselves, but because our greed exaggerates them and makes them appear great.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise

Leemos mal el mundo, y decimos luego que nos engaña.

Nic, co se týká ?lovÄ›ka, není jasné. Slovo, které má ve slovníku jediný význam, dostává v lidském životÄ› význam? sedm - jako když se Ganga rozdÄ›lí, než se vleje do moÃ…â"¢e.

They who from birth have had no other speech than the trembling of their lips learn a language of the eyes, endless in expression, deep as the sea, clear as the heavens, wherein play dawn and sunset, light and shadow.

Everyone's nature is not alike. Because you have found your convictions within yourself and can take refuge in your own strength, you fail to realize the predicament of others.

An idea that sounds definite when aired as an opinion may not always appear so certain when applied to human beings.

Lo que eres no lo ves, y lo que ves es tu sombra

The world into which I have tumbled is peopled with strange beings. They are always busy erecting walls and rules round themselves, and how careful they are with their curtains lest they should see! It is a wonder to me they have not made drab covers for flowering plants and put up a canopy to ward off the moon. If the next life is determined by the desires of this, then I should be reborn from our enshrouded planet into some free and open realm of joy.

I thought I would write love's words in their own colour; but that lies deep in the heart, and tears are pale. Would you know them, friend, if the words were colourless? I thought I would sing love's words to their own tune, but that sounds only in my heart, and my eyes are silent. Would you know them, friend, if there were no tune?

to justify their own spilling of ink they spell the day as night

Mitte üksnes poeesias, vaid ka üldse kogu kunstis peab kunstniku meel saavutama teatud eemalehoidmisastme - ainujuhtimine tuleb anda loojale inimese sees. Kui ainestik saab loomingust võitu on tagajärjeks sündmuse pelk koopia, mitte aga selle peegeldamine läbi kunstniku meele.

You never look at these flowers; therefore they become stale to you. If you would only look into them, then your reading and writing would go to the winds." The Devotee

It is because we have not learned to regard men and women normally, in their own proper places, that we have conjured up a cluster of poetic notions about them.

Le illusioni sono necessarie per le menti semplici, e la maggioranza delle persone è semplice. Ecco perché ovunque nel mondo abbiamo creato delle divinità. Gli uomini sono fin troppo consapevoli delle loro debolezze.

My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool's buttonhole.

When we were young, we understood all sweet things; and we could detect the sweets of a fairy story by an unerring science of our own. We never cared for such useless things as knowledge. We only cared for truth. And