Quotes About Perception

Thinking about it, noticing it, is new. You do things and don't watch. Then all of a sudden you look and see what you're doing and it's the first time, really.

No, But the hairs. on the back of your neck, and the peach-fuzz in your ears, they do, and the hair along your arms. sings like grasshopper legs friction and trembling with strange music. So you know, you feel, you are sure, lying abed, that a balloon is submerging the ocean sky (Bradbury 131). This quote quickly shows the showing telling in this scene. This scene describes the ballon, and Jim and Will. This quote depicts how Jim and Will feels at the moment.

Wherever I land, next time I'll look close, swear to God.

Vairums cilv?ku nevar visur aizbraukt, ar visiem sastapties, apce?ot visas pasaules pils?tas. Mums nav ne tik daudz laika, ne naudas, ne pazi?u. Tas, ko j?s mekl?jat, pasaul? eksist?, bet tikai vienu procentu no visa t? parastais cilv?ks ierauga sav?m ac?m. Visu p?r?jo vi?am sniedz gr?matas.

But do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing... 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.

Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself (Bradbury 63). This text not only describes what Jim is seeing, but also scared of what he does not know. He sees that is glanced back, of how he described the maze.

Evil has only the power that we give it

What a joke, Simon, life is. "From vanity we buy lenses that see all and so lose everything! "And by giving up some small bit-piece of so-called wisdom, reality, truth, we gain back an entirety of life! Who does not know this? Writers do! Intuited novels are far more 'true' than all your scribbled data-fact reportage in the history of the world!

qué piensa el Sabueso allá abajo, toda la noche? ¿Somos nosotros los que lo animamos realmente? Me da frío. –Sólo piensa lo que queremos que piense. –Sería triste –dijo Montag en voz baja–, pues sólo ponemos en él ideas de caza, persecución y muerte. Qué lástima si eso es todo lo que sabe.

Someday you'll be as old as I. People will say the same. 'Oh, no,' they'll say, 'those vultures were never hummingbirds, those owls were never orioles, those parrots were never bluebirds! One day you'll be like me!

Outside the window the boys gabbled to each other. 'White as milk, she said. White as milk.' 'White as a stone, like chalk you write with.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

Un libro, en manos de un vecino, es un arma cargada. Quémalo.

Le cose che si sono viste una volta non possono morire, semplicemente non possono. Da qualche parte, nelle celle gocciolanti di cera di un alveare o nelle trentamile lenticole che ornano la testa di una falena, tutti i colori e le cose viste in un dato anno dovevano potersi ritrovare

Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you?

Vivimos en una época en que las flores tratan de vivir de flores, en lugar de crecer gracias a la lluvia y al negro estiércol. Incluso los fuegos artificiales, pese a su belleza, proceden de la química de la tierra. Y, sin embargo, pensamos que podemos crecer, alimentándonos con flores y fuegos artificiales, sin completar el ciclo, de regreso a la realidad.

It was indeed a time between, one second their thoughts all brambled airedale, the next all silken slumbering cat. It

Esas almas infelices que pensan que a imaxinación é prexudicial para a mente.

Si on ne peut avoir la réalité, autant se réfugier dans le rêve.

Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become selfconscious about.

Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar, para que una mujer se deje quemar viva. Tiene que haber algo. Uno no muere por nada.

for he remembered last week and the two white stones staring up at the ceiling and the pump-snake with the probing eye and the two soap faced men with the cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked.

Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

I learned long ago that I am not seeing directly, that my subconscious is doing most of the "sponging" and it will be years before any usable impressions surface.