Quotes About Interpretation

may form some picture of a mechanism which could be responsible for all the things he observes

he may never be quite sure his picture is the only one which could explain his observations

Their singing wasn't particularly good, but the feeling with which they sang was not bad at all.

This was such bad writing that it was good.

One picture is worth a thousand words. Yes, but only if you look at the picture and say or think the thousand words

El hombre es un documento, objeto de poemas malos.

Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.

Take it in what sense thou wilt.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.

It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me? Catherine: I cannot tell. Henry: Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

I have drunk and seen the spider.

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair To extol what it hath done. One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

If you find him sad, say I am dancing. If in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet