Quotes About Interpretation

Tú no buscas la verdad. Tú fabricas tu propia verdad. - Memento

We think of communication as words. But a screaming child is trying to say something. A tantrum carries a message. Hitting is communication. Sleep patterns carry a message. Even the sulky belligerence of a teen is an attempt to convey a message. Everything the child does says something to the person who is willing to take the time to listen carefully.

One of the regular temptations seducing historians and their audience is to imagine knowledge of the past

When you "spell" a word correctly, you are in effect casting a spell, charging these abstract, arbitrary symbols with meaning and power.

Obviously an actor draws on his own experience.

As the conductor Leopold Stokowski once famously said, "…a painter paints pictures on canvas, but musicians paint their pictures on silence.

So much of religion is exegesis. I would rather follow in the footprints of Christ than all of the dogma.

I always thought that one of the reasons why a painter likes especially to have other painters look at his or her work is the shared experience of having pushed paint around.

It was good to see her laugh. Even if it was at me.

Art and love are the same thing: It's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

Life is rarely about what happened; it's mostly about what we think happened.

The symbolism of this strange episode remains obscure until, in the New Testament, Jesus explains it to Nicodemus:

What we don't understand we can make mean anything.

Did you just say shrug instead of actually shrugging?

I am reminded, now, of Leonardo's advice to painters: You should fix your eyes, he says, on certain walls stained with damp. You will see in these the likenesses of divine landscapes, adorned with mountains, ruins, rocks, extensive plains; and you will see there battles and strange figures engaged in violent actions. For in such walls the same thing happens as in the sound of church bells, in whose reverberations you may find every word imaginable.

The magistrates are the ministers for the laws, the judges their interpreters, the rest of us are servants of the law, that we all may be free.

So sorry," she bit out with the sweetness of alum, "but you're going to have to translate that one for me. I'm not fluent in brooding male grunting.

Naught is simple about the truth. There is the truth of what happened and the truth of what I believe happened and the truth of what I still remember to have happened. And that does not embrace the truths perceived and remembered by others, let alone whether any of us witnessed the fullness of the truth in the first place.

but I believe she loved me too, in her own, warped way.

Thank you," she said. "That wasn't meant as a compliment," he said. "I was criticizing you." "That made the compliment all the more sincere," Lauren said. "You weren't trying to make one.

He left a trail like a meteor, and everyone finds their own version of Charles Dickens.

So much of our pain is rooted in the responses of other people, or rather, in our perceptions of what those responses are or (even more painful) what they may be.

application of force. How much else have I not registered? Her prosody

it does not make much difference what kind of a law we make as long as the judges tell us what it means.