Quotes About Perception

They lay blinking their dusty eyelids. ...Montag sat up. He did not move any further, however. The other men did likewise. The sun was touching the black horizon with a faint red tip.

Você já foi alguma vez a um museu? Tudo abstrato. É só o que há agora. Meu tio diz que antigamente era diferente. Muito tempo atrás, os quadros às vezes diziam alguma coisa ou até mostravam pessoas.

It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no move escaped them.

They picked the golden flowers. The flowers that flooded the world, dripped off lawns onto brick streets, tapped softly at crystal cellar windows and agitated themselves so that on all sides lay the dazzle and glitter of molten sun. Every year, said Grandfather. They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare, and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion.

Doesn't an old thing always know when a new thing comes?

Un hombre de la Tierra piensa: «En ese cuadro no hay realmente color. Un físico puede probar que el color es sólo una forma de la materia, un reflejo de la luz, no la realidad misma». Un marciano, mucho más inteligente, diría: «Este cuadro es hermoso. Nació de la mano y la mente de un hombre inspirado. El tema y los colores vienen de la vida. Es una cosa buena».

Possibile che tu non sappia riconoscere l'umano nel disumano?» «Preferirei saper riconoscere il disumano nell'umano.»

Cuántas veces la gente toma y te devuelve tu propia expresión, tus más escondidos y temblorosos pensamientos?

I wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

Montag watched the great dust settle and the great silence move down upon their world. And lying there it seemed that he saw every grain of dust and every blade of grass and that he heard every cry and shout and whisper going up in the world now.

Es verdad que, hace mucho tiempo, los bomberos apagaban incendios, en vez de provocarlos - No. Las casas han sido siempre a prueba de incendios. Puedes creerme. Te lo digo yo. - ¡Es extraño! Una vez, oí decir que hace muchísimo tiempo las casas se quemaban por accidente y hacían falta bomberos para apagar las llamas.

He felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw, her eyes with a kind of cataract unseen but suspect far behind the pupils, the reddened pouting lips, the body as thin as a praying mantis from dieting, and her flesh like white bacon.

A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees the furthest of the two!

Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

e-books smell like burned fuel

My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think.

Você ri quando não digo nada de engraçado e responde na mesma hora. Nunca para para pensar no que eu digo.

Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

Ne govorim o stvarima, gospodine. Govorim o zna?enju stvari." ? Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

And when you never look away all your life, by the time you are thirteen you have done twenty years taking in the laundry of the world.

Sit down, Montag. Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh? Light the third page, from the second and so on, chain-smoking, chapter by chapter, all the silly things the words mean, all the false promises, all the secondhand notions and time-worn philosophies.

Preciso ver meu psiquiatra agora. Sou obrigada a ir. Eu invento coisas para dizer. Não sei o que ele pensa de mim. Ele diz que sou uma cebola normal! Dou muito trabalho para ele ficar descascando as camadas.

I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls.

they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing, and us sitting there for four more hours of film-teacher. That's not social to me at all. It's a lot of funnels and a lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not.