Quotes About Interpretation

That's the beauty of the text, I find. You can key in things you would never say, and it hardly hurts a bit.

if I can't tell the difference between a random painting and a masterpiece, maybe the random painting is a masterpiece waiting to be recognized.

he that speaketh in an unknown tongue speaketh not unto men, but unto God: for no man understandeth him ..." (1 Corinthians 14:2).

For with stammering lips and another tongue will he speak to this people. To whom he said, This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing: yet they would not hear" (Isaiah 28:11-12).

Wherefore let him that speaketh in an unknown tongue pray that he may interpret. For if I pray in an unknown tongue, my spirit prayeth, but my understanding is unfruitful. What is it then? I will pray with the spirit, and I will pray with the understanding also: I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing with the understanding also" (1 Corinthians 14:13-15).

What determines each person's state of happiness or unhappiness is not the event itself, but what the event means to that person.

Again, all of life presents us with two basic ways to treat events. We can either label them "god for us" or "bad for us." The event is only an event. It's how we treat the event that determines what it becomes in our lives. The event doesn't make that determination- we do.

I always try to treat the book itself as the artwork. I don't want you to stop while you're reading one of my books and say, 'Oh! What a gorgeous illustration!' I want you to stop at the end of the book and say, 'This is a good book.

except the man the Muslims will call the Mahdi is really the Antichrist, the man they will say is Isa is really the False Prophet, and the man they claim to be the Dajjal is the real Jesus. I

It is my sincere belief that our dissatisfaction in life is directly proportional to the magnitude of disagreement between our interpretation of reality and reality itself.

Nina," he said. "Nina, I hope that you can hear me. I'm going to do my best to verbalize what I'm experiencing.

Ich glaube, daß jener Apparat, der die Aufnahme und Verarbeitung von Wirklichkeit zu tätigen hat, von Literatur geformt wird

It didn't happen the way one can tell it; but if once can tell it as it was, then one wasn't in on it, or it all happened so long ago that candor comes too easily. In order to make the story tellable, one has to separate and put into sequence events which in reality were so entangled as to be inexplicable...

I always leave that for other people to decide, because some of the things I consider to be disasters are some people's favorite movies. And that's what I like so much, is that you never know. Something intrigues somebody and means nothing to somebody else.

Essentially, I'm untrained, so I just go with my imagination and try to put myself as solidly as I can into the shoes of whatever person I'm going to be playing.

Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt

Ce sont les lecteurs qui rendent les personnages éternels.

Un écrivain, même habile, n'empêche pas un bon lecteur de lire entre les lignes.

The beauty seen, is partly in him who sees it.

Therefore, "a distinction should always be made between what Scripture reports and includes and what it teaches or intends."[269]

Many if not most of the interpretive mistakes in biblicism, I think, come in the form of texts having perlocutionary effects on biblicist readers that were not intended by the biblical authors or perhaps the God who inspired them.

I do implore my readers, therefore, not to be more clever than their author, and see portraits where, quite honestly, none are intended. C.B.

Over the years, certain stories in the history of a family take hold. They're passed from generation to generation, gaining substance and meaning along the way. You have to learn to sift through them, separating fact from conjecture, the likely from the implausible. Here is what I know: Sometimes the least believable stories are the true ones.

People think the painting is a portrait, but it isn't. Not really. He wasn't even in the field; he conjured it from a room in the house, an entirely different angle. He removed rocks and trees and outbuildings. The scale of the barn is wrong. And I am not that frail young thing, but a middle-aged spinster. It's not my body, really, and maybe not even my head. He