Quotes About Perception

You see, no one Believes a really all-encompassing and protective love when they see it clear.

Supongo que soy todo lo que dicen de mi.

It's as good as I remember. Lord, how they've changed it in our 'parlors' these days. Christ is one of the 'family' now. I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He's a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn't making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshiper absolutely needs.

Mi esposa afirma que los libros no son reales. – Y gracias a Dios por ello. Uno puede cerrarlos, decir: aguarda un momento.

How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a simile, found one in his work - torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of yours and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

Te naerate, kuigi ma pole öelnud midagi naljakat, ja te vastate liiga ruttu. Te ei võta kunagi vaevaks mõelda selle üle, mida ma teie käest küsin.»

If your reader feels the sun on his flesh, the wind fluttering his shirt sleeves, half your fight is won.

She could feel the mirrors waiting for her in each room much the same as you felt, without opening your eyes, that the first snow of winter has just fallen outside your window.

Creen que soy insociable. No me adapto. Es muy extraño. En el fondo, soy muy sociable. Todo depende de lo que se entienda por ser sociable, ¿no? Para mí, representa hablar de cosas como estas. –Hizo sonar unas nueces que habían caído del árbol del patio-. O comentar lo extraño que es el mundo.

La televisione è "reale", immediata, ha dimensioni. Ti dice cosa pensare, anzi te lo grida: deve essere giusto, sembra essere giusto. E ti precipita alle sue conclusioni così in fretta che la mente non ha il tempo di rispondere: "Quante sciocchezze!".

Kai tau devyneri metai, atrodo, kad visada buvo devyneri ir visada taip ir bus devyneri. Kai ateina trisdešimt, tai šventai tiki, kad taip vis? gyvenim? ir balansuosi ant šios puikios brandaus amžiaus ribos. O kai sukaks septyniasdešimt, tau visada ir amžinai bus septyniasdešimt. Žmogus gyvena dabartyje, vis tiek ar ji jauna, ar sena, o kitokios dabarties n?ra.

do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.

I don't talk things, sir," said Faber. "I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

Nadie tiene tiempo para nadie. Usted es uno de los pocos que me han hecho caso. Por eso me parece tan raro que sea un bombero. Es algo que de algún modo no parece hecho para usted.

In your reading, find books to improve your color sense, your sense of shape and size in the world. Why not learn about the senses of smell and hearing? Your characters must sometimes use their noses and ears or they may miss half the smells and sounds of the city, and all of the sounds of the wilderness still loose in the trees and on the lawns of the city.

Where strangers scanned each other's faces and found yesterday's sunrise instead of tomorrow's midnight.

Nefesi burun deliklerinden girip ç?k?yordu; fakat nefesin gelip mi ç?kt???n?, ç?k?p m? girdiÄŸini önemsemiyordu.

Hear a man too loudly praising others, and look to wonder if he didn't just get up from the sty.

If you're not driving a hundred miles an hour, at a clip where you can't think of anything else but the danger, then you're playing some game or sitting in some room where you can't argue with the four-wall televisor. Why? The televisor is 'real.' it is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!

Saben todos en el mundo...que están vivos?

Look at the world out there, my God, my God, look at it out there, outside me, out there beyond my face and the only way to really touch it is to put it where it's finally me, where it's in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times ten thousand a day.

He, on the other hand, found great beauty behind her face, great kindness and understanding.

Don't judge a book by its cover, someone said.

When life is over it is like a flicker of bright film, an instant on the screen, all of its prejudices and passions condensed and illumined for an instant on space, and before you could cry out, 'There was a happy day, there a bad one, there an evil face, there a good one,' the film burned to a cinder, the screen went dark.