Quotes About Perception

If I could put a starving child before him and give it food and let him watch it grow well, I know he'd give money. But everything beyond what he pays for and sees himself get is suspicious to him. He doesn't believe in any other world but the one he lives in and sees. He's the one in prison; in his own hateful narrow present world.

Whole sight; or all the rest is desolation.

A fost odat? un tân?r prinÈ› care credea în toate lucrurile, în afar? de trei. Nu credea în prinÈ›ese, nu credea în insule, nu credea în Dumnezeu. Împ?ratul, tat?l s?u, îi spusese c? aceste lucruri nu exist?. ?i cum nu erau nici prinÈ›ese, nici insule È™i nici vreun semn al existenÈ›ei lui Dumnezeu în împ?r??ia tat?lui s?u, tân?rul prinÈ› îi d?du crezare.

Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it, I still think I can escape.

I have hope. But it's all an illusion.

Never take another human being literally. He added. Even when they are so ignorant that they don't know what 'literally' means.

Its meaning is whatever reaction it provokes in the reader, and so far as I am concerned there is no given 'right' reaction.

Utram bibis? Aquam an undam?" Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?

I had just written a letter to Alison, but already she seemed far away, not in distance, not in time, but in some dimension for which there is no name. Reality, perhaps.

Dar dragostea vine îmbr?cat? în veÈ™minte diferite, cu alt? fa??, sub o alt? form? È™i poate c? e nevoie de timp îndelungat ca s-o accepÈ›i; s? o numeÈ™ti dragoste.

I remember later he said (Professor Higgins again), you don't really stand a dog's chance anyhow. You're too pretty. The art of love's your line: not the love of art.

Oricum, de cum m-am trezit din somn am început s? am idei mai rezonabile. AÈ™a sunt eu: seara la culcare nu v?d decât partea neagr? a lucrurilor È™i m? trezesc cu idei diferite dimineaÈ›a.

Of course I looked sad. But I didn't really feel sad. Or it wasn't a sadness that hurt, not an all-through one. I rather enjoyed it. Beastly, but I did. I sang on the way home. The romance, the mystery of it. Living.

Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing, I had managed to set the experience in a kind of present past, a having looked, even as I was temporally and physically still looking...It is not necessarily too little knowledge that causes ignorance; possessing too much, or wanting to gain too much, can produce the same result.

Exist? trei feluri de oameni inteligenÈ›i: unii atât de inteligenÈ›i, încât consider? de la sine înÈ›eles s? li se spun? asta, cei din a doua categorie sunt suficient de inteligenÈ›i s?-È™i dea seama c? sunt flataÈ›i, nu descriÈ™i È™i cei din a treia, care sunt atât de puÈ›in inteligenÈ›i încât nu înÈ›eleg nimic.

Cu cat intelegi mai mult libertatea, cu atat o pierzi mai mult.

Cómo es posible que me ame como dice? ¿Cómo puede amarse a una persona a quien no se conoce?

I know what I am to him. A butterfly he has always wanted to catch. I remember (the very fisrt time i met him) G.P. saying that collectors were the worst animals of all. He meant art collectors, of course. I didn't really understand, I thought he was just trying to shock Caroline - and me. But of course, he is right. They're anti-life, anti-art, anti-everything.

Charles called himself a Darwinist, and yet he had not really understood Darwin. But then, nor had Darwin himself.

Tenho, com frequência, uma estranha ilusão: julgo que me tomei surda. Cuido então de fazer um ruído para saber que não é verdade. Tenho de tossir, por exemplo, para verificar que ouço normalmente. É como a mocinha japonesa que encontraram nas ruínas de Hiroshima. Estava tudo morto, e ela cantava para a sua boneca.

PoÅ£i s? ascunzi o crim? folosind cuvinte. Dar pictura este ca o fereastr? cu vedere direct? pân? în str?fundul inimii tale. Tu nu ai f?cut aici decât s? construieÅŸti o mulÅ£ime de ferestruici spre o inim? plin? de tablourile altor pictori la mod?.

Bir budalan?n düÅŸtüÄŸü yüksekliÄŸin öfkesiyle ölçüldüÄŸünü biliyordum.

In a happy world, there would be no art. I retreat too often into my imagination. In a happy world, the experience of reality would be enough.

Bir zaman insanlar kendi hazlar?n? yaratabileceÄŸine inan?yordu; ÅŸimdi onlar?n bedelini ödemesi gerektiÄŸine inan?yor. Sanki çiçekler art?k tarlalarda ve bahçelerde deÄŸil de; sadece çiçekçi dükkanlar?nda yetiÅŸiyormuÅŸ gibi.