Quotes About Perception

People talk about how wonderful the world seems to children, and that's true enough. But children think they will grow into it and understand it, and I know very well that I will not, and would not if I had a dozen lives.

E prea mic? lumea. Întâlnim la fiecare pas numai umbre.

Lumea trebuie s-o p?trunzi cu mintea, nu s? o ba?i cu picioarele! Prostul poate s? mearg? ?i-n cap, c? tot nu-i intr? nimic în el... Doar m?r?cini...

Na ca mi-a slabit vederea. Te rogi atata timp sa ti se arate Dumnezeu si cand ai ajuns langa El, nu-L mai vezi.

E strâmt aici, dar ai unde s?-i pierzi min?ile. Nu e prea greu. - E chiar o nimica toat?.

Se facea ca ma faceam ca traiesc, Intr-o vale adanca, de somn intretaiata. Trezindu-ma, doar atat imi amintesc. Ochiul continua sa mi se bata.

De aceea trebuie s? m? feresc de cei care par. Dau cu parul, cu p?rerea.

Departe-i trilul susei ciocarlii, Chemata-n cer pe scara-i de matasa... Te potrivesti din carji si dioptrii. Si ca-ntr-o apa-adanca, lunecoasa, Ca un copil te ratacesti in casa, Pleci in oglinda-ncet...si nu mai vii.

Zidul acesta e nebun, nu ?tiu ce are, îmi v?d pe el trei umbre. la trei vârste diferite. N-am f?cut niciodat? trei umbre p?mântului, cel mult dou?, odat? într-o duminic?, g?tit cu vise noi.

nu simt decât c? am un curcubeu în cap… ?i trebuie s? beau întruna ap? ca s? nu se evapore… ?i s? stau în lumin? ca s? sclipeasc?… s?-l pot vedea

Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, "Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don't. But you listen to them anyway." So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.

Time is an illusion. Time only exists when we think about the past and the future. Time doesn't exist in the present here and now

I came to believe in the idea of parallel realities. I think that the reality we see now is a certain frequency, and that we're all on the same frequency, so we're visible to each other, but that it's possible to change frequencies. To enter a different reality. And I think that there are hundreds of these realities.

Then I woke up and the reality of the dream was stronger than the reality of the day.

My first paintings were of my dreams. They were more real to me than the reality I was living in--I didn't like my reality. I remember waking up, and the memory of my dreams was so strong that I would write them down, and then I would paint them, in just two very particular colors, a deep green and a night blue. Never anything else.

You know how many friends become enemies and how many enemies become friends -- it's just changing all the time. So many people presume you are something, then they meet you and become proper friends, and the ones who really knew you can't stand it, for whatever reason.

Talking about performance is such a strange thing because it's so immaterial. We are talking about soft matter. We are talking about something that is invisible. You can't see it. You can't touch it. You just can feel it.

People who love you start to hate you when you become that rock star. Everybody is scrutinizing. They want you to be poor, to suffer, to struggle. I could not pay my electricity bill until I was 50, and now I can. I think this is something I should not be criticized for.

sometimes … sometimes you have to tell them who you are. What you really think. You have to make them see us.

It's not always the story of what happened to you. It's the story the judge wants to hear.

Tractors and boobs. There you have it.

reading the Guardian makes you morose compared with the Telegraph. Maybe

Ukraina: he sighs, breathing in the remembered scent of mown hay and cherry blossom. But I catch the distinct synthetic whiff of New Russia. Her

Svaka žena ?eka gospodina Browna i njegovu tajanstvenu izbo?inu, vjernoga onkraj groba; onda odjednom shvati da ono što ?eka uop?e ne postoji i da ?e morati prihvatiti nešto drugorazredno. Kakvo razo?arenje.