Quotes About Perception

No longer do our beliefs point back to a divine law code or an essential, in-built sense of good and evil; they exist only and solely in the eye of the beholder.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating! So what! We are interested in the mechanism that ensures that it really is a pudding we are eating and not a poached baby elephant, though we think we are eating our daily pudding!

To philosophise with open eyes is to philosophise in the dark. Only the blind can look straight at the sun.

Everything that is not me is incomprehensible.

The rose is born evil ... but it is pink.

Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.

Çünkü ???k deÄŸerlidir, ama bedelini oyulan iki gözümle ödeyeceksem hiçbir deÄŸeri kalmaz.

They have understood of others' lives what they were capable of understanding. But even if it were like that, it would be otherwise.

There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.

Tout ce qui n'est pas moi est incompréhensible.

Yes, I have forgotten your eyes so much so that seeing them again leaves me indifferent on that point. Indifferent... oh no, words no more express love than they do the death of love.

If you gotta ask, you'll never know.

Man, if you gotta ask you'll never know.

If you can sense the corruption in me, it is ... because there's a dose of it in you.

Once somebody's aware of a plot, it's like a bone sticking out. If it breaks through the skin, it's very ugly.

A neurotic can perfectly well be a literary genius, but his greatest danger is always that he will not recognize when he is dull.

I grew up in the 1920s and 1930s in a nouveau riche world, where money was spent wildly, and I'm still living in one!... The private schools are all jammed with long waiting lists; the clubs -- all the old clubs -- are jammed with long waiting lists today; the harbors are clogged with yachts; there has never been a more material society than the one we live in today.... Where is this 'vanished world' they talk about? I don't think the critics have looked out the window!

Only little boys and old men sneer at love.

I was sophisticated enough to know that the written word is no mirror of the writer's character, that the amateur, though a selfless angel, may show himself a pompous ass, while the professional, a monster of ego, can convince you in a phrase that he has the innocence of a child. I

Which raised the question of whether she had ever loved, or even if she could love. And yet maybe what she felt was what everybody felt; maybe it was only the poets and romantics who had blown it up beyond recognition. Surely

Communication is everything to you artists. You can't look at a landscape or a bowl of fruit without thinking how you will put it on a canvas so that somebody else will see it as your landscape or your bowl of fruit. That is the inescapable vulgarity of art.

I replied that to the contrary, it was my belief that the Highlands, to be apprehended in the full extent of their glory, must be seen immediately after the fall of the leaf, for neither Summer's verdancy nor Winter's rime can then conceal the minutest objects from the eye. Vegetation, I told her, does not improve, but rather obstructs, God's originating design.

I had come to a new way of thinking about time. It's not the hard and fixed thing we imagine it to be, no, it's something soft and pleated, and under extreme pressure, it folds