Quotes About Perception

I teraz zrozumia?, sk?d bra?o si? to poczucie braku, smutek le??cy u podstaw wszystkiego, smutek obecny w ka?dej rzeczy, ka?dym zjawisku, od zawsze - nie mo?na naraz poj?? wszystkiego.

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.

Marta háza olyan, mint ? – hozzá hasonlóan nem ismer semmit, sem Istent, sem a teremtményeit, s?t saját magát sem, semmit sem akar tudni a világról. Egyetlen pillanat van benne, csak a "most", az viszont óriási, minden irányban elnyúlik, agyonnyom, nem embernek való.

Ibland sätter man grimma på skönheten i det ondas intresse, då reduceras den till fägring för ögat, till båtnad för folket.

Los sonidos se han enroscado y han echado para atrás sus ojos de caracol

You Know what, sometimes it seems to me we've living in a world that 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 problems is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other

miasteczko Cz?stochów. Roch wyja?nia mu, troch? s?owami, troch? na migi, ?e ta nazwa bierze si? st?d, i? ?wi?ty przybytek w nim si? znajduj?cy cz?sto chowa si? oczom grzeszników, i trzeba dobrze wyt??y? wzrok, ?eby go dojrze? w?ród ?agodnych wzgórz.

Ojciec cz?sto powtarza? mu (...) ?e kobiety s? z natury swojej zdradliwe i chwiejne. Rozmazane.

In the last few years she has realized that all you have to do to become invisible is be a woman of a certain age, without any outstanding features: it's automatic.

I'd started to put on my boots, but that terrible gray morning alarmed me. Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us.

the vastness of these contents cannot be traversed from word to word- you have to step in between the words, into the unfathomable abysses between ideas. With every step we'll slip and fall.

His only regret is that the little camera can't take a picture of itself.

In essence, one becomes what one participates in. In other words, I am what I look at.

It's a feature of flashlights that they're only visible in the daytime.

Or to a different law that hasn't been demonstrated and that we haven't even thought of yet that says that you can doubly not exist in the same place?

eye that's constantly watching, and whatever it sees it changes into sentences; in the process it strips reality of its most essential quality—its inexpressibility.

Z jakich? wzgl?dów ludzie nie potrafi? wyobra?a? sobie ko?ców, nie tylko ko?ców rzeczy wielkich, ale nawet najmniejszych. Mo?e samo wyobra?anie sobie czegokolwiek wyczerpuje jako? rzeczywisto??; mo?e ona nie chce by? wyobra?ana w g?owach ludzi, mo?e chce by? wolna, jak zbuntowany nastolatek, i to w?a?nie dlatego zawsze jest inaczej, ni? mo?na to by?o sobie wyobrazi?.

sometimes it seems to me we're living in a world 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.

Ta [Jumal] on meie sees, aga meie oleme tema sees. Ta tegutseb pimesi, aga teab, mida teeb. Ta on nagu leib - igaüks saab kääru ja maitseb seda omal kombel, aga ükski leivakäär ei sisalda tervet leiba.

Med štirikratnimi menjavami letnih ?asov drevo ne ve, da obstaja ?as in da si letni ?asi sledijo. Za drevo obstajajo vse vrednosti hkrati. Zima je del poletja, jesen del pomladi, del vro?ine je hlad, del rojevanja je smrt. Ogenj je del vode in zemlja del zraka.

Drevesom se zdijo ljudje ve?ni - od nekdaj se sprehajajo v senci lip po Široki cesti, niso ne negibni ne v gibanju. Za drevesa ljudje obstajajo ve?no, toda to je tako, kot da ne bi nikoli obstajali.

Mensen denken dat ze intenser leven dan dieren, dan planten en zeker dan dingen. Dieren vermoeden dat ze intenser leven dan planten en dingen. Planten dromen dat ze intenser leven dan dingen. En dingen duren voort en in dat voortduren zit meer leven dan in al het andere.

Perhaps tiny signs reveal this sort of cosmic event to us, but we don't notice them either