Quotes About Perception

we disgust works of art by our meaninglessness, our diffuseness in time which lets us drift through three score years and ten without a quarter as much significance as a picture establishes instantaneously

She understood children, and knew that they were adults handicapped by a humiliating disguise and had their adult qualities within them.

There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence

but it is not what one does so much as the way that while one does it time runs past forever.

It appeared possible that these other men were good fathers only because they knew too little of the world to grow frenzied against it.

It seemed certain that Mrs Morpurgo must be kind and noble, for her husband said she was beautiful, and no beautiful woman would have married such an ugly man, had she not valued goodness above everything.

You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.--Quoted in Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood

It's funny – you Irish are so like the Serbs.

So I went out alone into a soft day, with the dispelled winter lurking above in high dark clouds under which there ran quick fresh currents of air, and broken shafts of insistent sunshine that spread a grey clarity of light in which every colour showed sharp and strong.:

Mamma was aware that there were many people who read what she called trashy books, but it was news to her that there were people who read nothing at all.

English persons, therefore, of humanitarian and reformist disposition constantly went out to the Balkan Peninsula to see who was in fact ill-treating whom, and, being by the very nature of their perfectionist faith unable to accept the horrid hypothesis that everybody was ill-treating everybody else, all came back with a pet Balkan people established in their hearts as suffering and innocent, eternally the massacree and never the massacrer.

There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.

When we're deluded, there's a world to escape. When we're aware, there's nothing to escape.

There is no seer or anything seen / no speaker or anything spoken / the appearance of buddhas and also their teachings / are merely what we imagine 44. Those who view such things as real / they don't see the Buddha / nor do those who imagine nothing / only those who transform their existence.

When you realize that whether something exists or not is nothing but the perception of your own mind, its external existence is seen as nonexistent and non-arising. Mahamati, there is no contradiction in my earlier and later statements.

Mahamati, to see things as they really are means to transcend 414 what are nothing but perceptions of your own mind.

There is so much baggage we burden ourselves with over the years that keeps us from seeing things the way they are. Some baggage we carry with us for a single thought, some for years, and some for lifetimes. But there isn't one piece that isn't our own creation.

The Buddha then repeated the meaning of this in verse: 1. "Distinguish units of letters / units of words and phrases / people who foolishly cling to these / are like elephants in a quagmire.

What is real i the absence of the fiction of self-existence.

We might use or read or hear the same word twice, but we can't step into precisely the same thought a second time...Language is at the surface of the much deeper flow of our riverine minds.

The Buddha asks us to see things as they really are. He does not ask us to cling to optimistic views of eternity or pessimistic views of annihilation but simply to examine our experience.

Negative attention desecrates our altar. But we women have been giving ourselves negative attention so consistently, and for so long, that we do not even see it as a problem.

She drew her hand away from beneath his and said, "Heard…in what sense?" "In the sense of I heard," he said. "He rang me. That's right. I was in bed and the phone rang and when I picked it up, it was Chris.

La gran Humanidad no tolera la belleza, quizá porque no puede vivir sin ella; el horror de la fealdad avanza cada día a pasos acelerados.