Quotes About Perception

I aimed at the public's heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.

Woher willst du wissen, dass nur das existiert, was wir mit unseren menschlichen Sinnen wahrnehmen können? Wir bilden uns ein, alles zu wissen. Dabei sind uns so viele Bereiche verschlossen, die zum Beispiel Tiere hören oder spüren können. Das beste Beispiel für unsere Beschränktheit ist doch, dass wir seit langem fleißig an dem Ast sägen, auf dem wir sitzen. Welches Geschöpf mit Ausnahme des Menschen wäre so dumm, seinen eigenen Lebensraum zu vernichten?

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.

It is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception and compassion and hope.

As great scientists have said and as all children know, it is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception, and compassion, and hope.

If you see a whole thing — it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.

The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

The creative artist is the one wanting to make order out of chaos. The rest of us just accept disorder -if we even recognize it- and get a bang out of our five beautiful senses, if we're lucky.

Her arms rippled with muscles. Harriet was impressed. Apparently playing the harp only looked delicate.

She didn't look any older, so far as she could tell from the mirror, but her heart felt like somebody had been scraping the last bits out with a spoon.

I can never really enjoy being famous.

As children, in haystacks, caught in a storm, we thought: Someone can see us. We are all seen.

Schönheit haftet nicht den Dingen an, sondern liegt im Helldunkel, im Schattenspiel, das sich zwischen den Dingen entfaltet, sagt der Dichter Tanizaki Junichiro. Und ich denke, es ist tatsächlich so, dass die Dinge sich für uns jeweils anders abschatten. Erst in unserem Blick, der immer auch aus einer bestimmten Perspektive, einer Geneigtheit kommt, werden sie schön.

I want to hug him, to hold him, but I also want to slap him until he can see that, objectively, his life is almost perfect. The world loves him; it takes him seriously; Harvard takes him seriously.

On the bad days, there is no color. I know there are colors. I can see the colors, but the world looks gray.

Sometimes when you are hearing what you do not want to be hearing then everything in your body stops to working and all you can be doing is looking because unless you are blind then your eye never stop looking. That is how I am looking because my mouth is not working enough for me to speak and even my leg are hardly working for me to move.

The days since then have been a timeless fuzz. I feel time pass but nothing actually seems to happen.

On the bad days, there is no color. I know there are colors. I can see the colors, but the world looks gray. The sounds are muffled by a crackling web of static that sits behind my eyes and buzzes in my ears.

Because I am tall more than him, I am knowing that I am older, but nobody is really telling how old they are anymore. All we are knowing is that, before the war we are children and now we are not.

You cannot unsee what has been seen once the veil is lifted, Reverend Olumide says in church. We cannot return to the garden of Eden. When I meet with him he says I need to confront my fears, that the devil torments us with that which scares us most. So, I cross the line between the blue hallways tiles and the white locker-room floor and navigate my way to locker umber thirty-two.

You cannot unsee what has been seen once the veil is lifted, Reverend Olumide says in church. We cannot return to the garden of Eden. When I meet with him he says I need to confront my fears, that the devil torments us with that which scares us most. So, I cross the line between the blue hallways tiles and the white locker-room floor and navigate my way to locker number thirty-two.

He watches Meredith toss her long brown hair over her shoulder so that we can see the single diamond stud suspended just beneath her collarbones on a thin gold chain. She rolls it between her fingers and it makes her look delicate and pretty. Rowan thinks she does it to look pretty because he thinks all women do all things to look either pretty or fuckable. He has always though Meredith pretty. Now he thinks her fuckable.

He watches Meredith toss her long brown hair over her shoulder so that we can see the single diamond stud suspended just beneath her collarbones on a thin gold chain. She rolls it between her fingers and it makes her look delicate and pretty. Rowan thinks she does it to look pretty because he thinks all women do all things to look either pretty or fuckable. He has always thought Meredith pretty. Now he thinks her fuckable.