Quotes About Perception

had to blink in pain. "What is

Qué poco sabían estas personas que las masas siempre dan la bienvenida al lobo disfrazado en la piel de cordero!

Toda mirada por encima del hombro puede adulterar los inocentes escenarios

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without suger-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

Speaking does harm, sows confusion and weakens things that are obvious. Speaking makes me tremble inside. I don't think I have ever said anything really important in my entire life -- there's a lack of words for the most important things anyway. (I must make a list of missing words -- top of it I'll put a verb that means something in between "I sense" and "I see.")

Nothing is innocent, and nothing is insignificant, it's all a big endless puzzle.

Drawing is never reproducing - in order to see, you have to know how to look, and you have to know what you're looking at.

Your memory creates postcard images, but it doesn't really comprehend the world at all. That's why a landscape is so affected by the mood of the person looking at it. In it a person sees his own inner, transitory moments. Wherever he looks, he sees nothing but himself.

We have a view of the world, but Animals have a sense of the world, do you see?

Wie pani, czasem mam wra?enie, ?e ?yjemy w ?wiecie, który sobie wymy?lamy. Ustalamy sobie, co jest dobre, a co nie, rysujemy mapy znacze?... A potem ca?e ?ycie zmagamy si? z tym, co?my sobie wykoncypowali. Problem polega na tym, ?e ka?dy ma swoj? wersj?, i dlatego tak trudno jest si? ludziom dogada?.

Nobody takes any notice of old women who wander around with their shopping bags.

In a certain sense this was true, and truth is always true in a certain sense;

Ludzie my?l?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? zwierz?ta, ni? rosliny, a tym bardziej - ni? rzeczy. Zwierzeta przeczuwaj?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? ro?liny i rzeczy. Ro?liny ?ni?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? rzeczy. A rzeczy trwaj?, i to trwanie jest bardziej ?yciem ni? cokolwiek innego.

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without sugar-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

Some people have a sense of unearthly things, just as others have an excellent sense of smell or hearing or taste. They can feel the subtle shifts in the great and complicated body of the world. And some of these have so honed that inner sight that they can even tell where a holy spark has fallen, notice its glow in the very place you would least expect it. The worse the place, the more fervently the spark gleams, flickers— and the warmer and purer is its light.

the face turns out to be one of the most superficial characteristics of the whole human form),

Prawda jest jak s?kacz, sk?ada si? z wielu warstw, które kr?c? si? wokó? siebie, raz siebie zawieraj?, a raz same s? zawierane przez inne. Prawda to jest co?, co mo?na wyra?a? wieloma opowie?ciami, bo jest jak ten ogród, do którego weszli m?drcy: ka?dy widzia? co innego.

You know what, sometimes it seems to me we're living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves . . . And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.

Whose intellect can have had the audacity to judge who is better, and who worse?

When we were young we thought of old age as an ailment that affected only other people.

Gdyby umie? spojrze? tak, jak Jenta to widzi, zobaczy?oby si?, ?e w istocie ?wiat sk?ada si? ze s?ów, które raz powiedziane, roszcz? sobie odt?d pretensje do wszelkiego porz?dku i wszystko wydaje si? dzia? pod ich dyktando, wszystko im podlega.

The truth is terrible: describing is destroying.

On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.

W jakim? sensie takie osoby jak ona, te, które w?adaj? piórem, bywaj? niebezpieczne. Narzuca si? od razu podejrzenie fa?szu - ?e taka osoba nie jest sob?, tylko okiem, które bezustannie patrzy, a to, co widzi, zamienia w zdania; w ten sposób okrawa rzeczywisto?? ze wszystkiego, co w niej najwa?niejsze, z niewyra?alno?ci.