Quotes About Perception

Funny how you always called me Albert when I am not Albert. I answered all the same.

I like writing for children. It seems to me that most people underestimate their understanding and the strength of their feelings and in my books for them I try to put this right.

Una volta mostrò a Chodasevic la poesia di un autore della generazione «minore» e gli domandò che metro fosse: un metro, secondo Rudnev, poco serio e addirittura ballabile. Era il trimetro giambico. Chodasevic, arrivato a casa, si sdraiò voltando la faccia verso la parete e disse: «Ecco da che gente dipendiamo».

An emotional sort. As if there were any other kind of human. Show me an unemotional sort and I'll show you someone dangerous. How can emotion be avoided when life careens in its unexpected directions?

Nothing is more suspicious than an unfeeling woman.

It seemed an important lesson for a young person. It wasn't only the angry people that should make one wary. The jolly ones could be even more dangerous.

Una persona joven no puede conocer su vida, lo que será o cómo se desarrollará. Al crecer, adquieres la sensación de que las dificultades se limitan a momentos concretos en el tiempo, de que pasarán. Sin embargo, cuando eres joven, un único instante parece el mundo entero. Lo sientes permanente. Años después, pasaría a vivir una vida mejor. Viajaría por el mundo. Pero aquel invierno era apenas una niña.

To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.

Acaso no conoces sucesos que te conciernen, pero de los que no fuiste testigo? ¿No te encuentras, a veces, contándolos? Hay muchas cosas que recordamos que nunca hemos visto con nuestros propios ojos ni vivido con nuestros propios cuerpos. Es una simple cuestión de encajar lo que sabemos, lo que nos han contado y lo que imaginamos. No es muy diferente a cómo un investigador reúne las respuestas a un crimen.

A young person can't know her life, what it will be or how it will unfold. When you grow older, you gain a sense that hardships occupy particular moments in time, which by and by will pass. But when you're young, a single moment seems like the whole world. It feels permanent.

as if not seeing something spared you from its sorrow.

The best listeners listen between the lines.

Love at first sight must be glorious. I wouldn't know, since at first there was no sight. Smell, yeah — the tangy, salty scent of horses. Plenty of other sensations too. But I'll get to that. The point I want to make up front is that by the time I laid eyes on Sinclair Youngblood Powers — in the flesh, that is — I was already in love with him. Nothing could change that. Not even the fact that he was dead." ~ Dice

Lulabell realized that to Beto, she was nothing more than an inventory of body parts and labor-intensive regional dishes.

There is something to be said for experiencing great art, or nature, by oneself; the absence of other people makes the enjoyment more pure, and one's perceptions grow acute and discerning.

It is strange that modesty is the rule for women when what they most value in men is boldness.

That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful.

The mind is what it thinks. To make it true, think true.

Don't try to understand! It's enough if you do not misunderstand.

Whatever you forget, is not the truth, always remember that.

In dream you love some and not others. On waking up you find you are love itself, embracing all. Personal love, however intense and genuine, invariably binds; love in freedom is love of all.

The interval between the beginning of 'I am' (birth or waking) and when you lose it again (death or deep sleep) is called 'time.

The man who carries a parcel is anxious not to lose it -- he is parcel-conscious. The man who cherishes the feeling 'I am' is self-conscious. The jnani holds on to nothing and cannot be said to be conscious. And yet he is not unconscious. He is the very heart of awareness. We call him digambara clothed in space, the Naked One, beyond all appearance. There is no name and shape under which he may be said to exist, yet he is the only one that truly is.

In the great mirror of consciousness, images arise and disappear and only memory gives them continuity. And memory is material - destructible, perishable, transient. On such flimsy foundations we build a sense of personal existence - vague, intermittent, dreamlike. This vague persuasion, "I am so-and-so," obscures the changeless state of pure awareness and makes us believe that we are born to suffer and to die.