Quotes About Perception

Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

The ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.

But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

But to me nothing - the negative, the empty - is exceedingly powerful.

Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up… now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep.

Abraham Maslow observed, "When the only tool you have is a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail.

Value, like beauty, may be in the eye of the beholder, but it's nonetheless discussable and mutually appreciated.

You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.

The menu is not the meal.

We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society.

And third my Dad doesn't like you.He won't tell me why but he's a smart man.If he doesn't like you I can't like you,either.

Ageism works in both directions. As a teenager in the public eye, people would talk condescendingly to me. When you get older there's this feeling that you have to start carving up your face and body. Right now I'm in the middle ground - I think women in their thirties are taken seriously.

I have a profound empathy for people who are in the public eye, whether they manifest it themselves or whether it happened by accident - it doesn't matter to me. I think there's a great misunderstanding of what it is to be famous.

I was always such a people-watcher. I would sit on street corners alone and watch people and make up stories about them in my head. Then, all of a sudden, I was the one being watched.

Mundi honor est a sliper thinge and an elvich. Worldly fame is a treacherous and elvish thing.

People in Scotland have a queer idea of the arts. They think you can be an artist in your spare time, though nobody expects you to be a spare-time dustman, engineer, lawyer or brain surgeon.

Glasgow is a magnificent city," said McAlpin. "Why do we hardly ever notice that?" "Because nobody imagines living here…think of Florence, Paris, London, New York. Nobody visiting them for the first time is a stranger because he's already visited them in paintings, novels, history books and films. But if a city hasn't been used by an artist not even the inhabitants live there imaginatively.

Readers develop unique histories with the books they read. It may not be immediately apparent at the time of reading, but the person you were when you read the book, the place you were where you read the book, your state of mind while you read it, your personal situation (happy, frustrated, depressed, bored) and so on – all these factors, and others, make the simple experience of reading a book a far more complex and multi-layered affair than might be thought.

Her book was filled with centaurs because she had not fully grasped the complexity of actual people, actual horses.

Lanark said irritably, "You seem to understand my questions, but your answers make no sense to me." "That's typical of life, isn't it?

Facts, like telescopes and wigs for gentlemen, were a seventeenth-century invention.