Quotes About Perception

There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you? But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment. No wind whatsoever brought you now. Now you're here. What you were isn't you, or else the whole rose would be here.

Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing. I know they smell just as well as I know I existed. They're things known from the outside. But now I know with my breathing from the back of my head.

Nem sempre consigo sentir o que sei que devo sentir. O meu pensamento só muito devagar atravessa o rio a nado Porque lhe pesa o fato que os homens o fizeram usar.

Something changed in part of reality — my knees and my hands. What science has knowledge for this? The blind man goes on his way and I don't make any more gestures. It's already not the same time, or the same people, or anything the same. This is being real.

Olá, guardador de rebanhos, Aí à beira da estrada, Que te diz o vento que passa?' 'Que é vento, e que passa, E que já passou antes, E que passará depois. E a ti o que te diz?' 'Muita coisa mais do que isso, Fala-me de muitas outras coisas. De memórias e de saudades E de coisas que nunca foram.' 'Nunca ouviste passar o vento. O vento só fala do vento. O que lhe ouviste foi mentira, E a mentira está em ti.

Lightly, lightly, very lightly, A wind passes very lightly And goes away, always very lightly. And I don't know what I think And I don't want to know.

Pensar é não compreender.

O mundo não se fez para pensarnos nele (pensar é estar doente dos olhos) mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...

It's not enough to open the window To see the fields and the river. It's also not enough to not be blind To see the trees and the flowers. It's also necessary to not have any philosophy at all. With philosophy there are no trees, there are only ideas. There's only each of us, like a wine-cellar. There's only a shut window and the world outside it; And a dream of what you could see if you opened the window, Which is never what you see when you open the window.

I was born subject like others to errors and defects, But never to the error of wanting to understand too much, Never to the error of wanting to understand only with the intellect.. Never to the defect of demanding of the World That it be anything that's not the World.

Nothing at all reminds us of something else when we pay attention to it. Each thing only reminds us of what it is And it's only what nothing else is. The fact that it's it separates it from every other thing. (Everything's nothing without another thing that's not it).

That thing over there was more there than it's there! Yes, sometimes I cry about the perfect body that doesn't exist. But the perfect body is the bodiest body there can be, And the rest are the dreams men have, The myopia of someone who doesn't look very much,

Um dia de chuva é tão belo como um dia de sol. ambos existem, cada um como é. Por isso não há vantagem em pôr nomes errados às cousas, nem mesmo em lhes pôr nomes alguns

The main thing is knowing how to see, To know how to see without thinking, To know how to see when you see, And not think when you see Or see when you think.

Sou um guardador de rebanhos O rebanho é os meus pensamentos E os meus pensamentos são todos sensações.

Sinto-me nascido a cada momento para a completa novidade do mundo...

From my village I see as much in the Universe as you can see from earth. So my village is as big as any other land Because I'm the size of what I see, Not the size of my height.

A beleza é o nome de qualquer coisa que não existe Que eu dou às coisas em troca do agrado que me dão

He's taught me everything. He taught me how to look at things. He shows me everything there is in flowers. He shows me how stones are pleasing When you hold them in your hand And look at them for a while.

Y los líderes dicen en las pantallas que no es cierto, y que la vida siempre ha sido igual —igual de buena—allá, en la parte mejor del mejor mundo posible

Es que no es su pololo" como si "pololo" fuese un estado civil comprobable.

Creer que porque uno sintió algo, ese algo de alguna manera logró colarse y depositarse en el sistema digestivo del otro.

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.