Quotes About Perception

I began to trust in the power of sprouting, and the more I learned, the more I came to believe that trees are more perceptive, more intelligent, more generous, and more persistent than we are.

It appears that many people's concept of heaven is often limited to their physical conceptions of reality.

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

I am content to live it all againAnd yet again, if it be life to pitchInto the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.

Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.

Who can tell the dancer from the dance?

Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That's all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Somewhere beyond the curtainOf distorting daysLives that lonely thingThat shone before these eyesTargeted, trod like Spring.

May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend....

We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mindAnd lost the old nonchalance of the hand;Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush,We are but critics, or but half create.

This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands.

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold,Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

And many a poor man that has roved,Loved and thought himself beloved,From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

An old man's eagle mind.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason outselves into it.

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Love comes in at the eye.

O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.