Quotes About Perception

In his half-sleep last night he had felt something writing on the insides of his eyelids.

Faber sniffed the book. Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land?

Llénalos de noticias incombustibles. Sentirán que la información los ahoga, pero se creerán inteligentes

Oh, el realismo!¡Oh, el aquí, oh, el ahora, oh, el infierno!

Page 33 Oh, they don't miss me, she said. I'm very antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this.

But no man's a hero to himself

So much depends, of course, on what the individual hears when he gives himself over to the electronic tides breaking on the shore of his Seashell.

The words become poetry that no one minds, because no one has thought to call it that. Time is there. Love is there. Story is there.

So many people are. Afraid of firemen, I mean. But you're just a man, after all...

His eyes took on a different color. It was a subtle shift, a flex, like a man stepping out from the shade of a tree into sunlight on a cloudy day.

Now, look, since when did you think being good meant being happy?" "Since always." "Since now learn otherwise. Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin. There are smiles and smiles; learn to tell the dark variety from the light. The seal-barker, the laugh-shouter, half the time he's covering up. He's had his fun and he's guilty. And men do love sin

The televisor is real. It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and it 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,...' 'My wife says books aren't real.' 'Thank God for that. You can shut them and say, Hold on a moment. You play God to it...' 'It is an environment as real as the world. It becomes and is the truth. Books can be beaten down with reason.

Afraid of the word "politics" (which eventually became a synonym for Communism

quando sono a Boston, New York non esiste. Quando sono a New York, Boston non esiste. [...] L'unica realtà, in questo momento, siamo tu, io e la nave spaziale. E l'unica certezza che ho sono io.

They were hopelessly caught in a mire of pretty words, which they seemed to believe themselves.

Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. But only he who sees takes off his shoes. The rest sit round and pluck blackberries. 1806-1861 BRITISH POET

The real point of the story is that you can't always tell by looking at the outside who is a Christian and who is an unbeliever.

The metaphor is the mask of God through which eternity is to be experienced.

The leader might be analyzed as the one who perceived what could be achieved and did it. p159

Her every step seemed an advertisement of her entire anatomy.

It's extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it's just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

My task is to make you hear, to make you feel,and, above all, to make you see. That is all, and it is everything.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun. It is as if loneliness were a hard and absolute condition of existence; the envelope of flesh and blood on which our eyes are fixed melts before the outstretched hand, and there remains only the capricious, unconsolable and elusive spirit that no eye can follow, no hand can grasp.