Quotes About Interpretation

Semua peristiwa hanyalah semata-mata peristiwa, tapi cara kita menyikapinyalah yang memberi label, kan? Entah itu diberi judul tragedi atau keberuntungan. Dia bisa melihat dirinya sebagai korban atau sebaliknya. Semoga saja dia sadar kalau dia sedang berpijak di semesta yang serbarelatif.

The simplest words we use to describe each other—such as friend, family, stranger—are loaded with judgments. The enormous gulf in meaning between friend and stranger, for example, is filled with interpretations. A friend is treated one way, an enemy another. Even if we do not bring these judgments to the surface, they cloud our vision like dust obscuring a lens.

As far as the brain is concerned, neural filtering is taking place in all models, whether they are scientific, spiritual, artistic, or psychotic. The brain is a processor of inputs, not a mirror to reality.

the possibility, so brilliantly intuited by Heisenberg, that nature gives every observer what he's looking for.

no one is around to hear it? Obviously not. The crash vibrates air molecules, but sound needs hearing in order for these vibrations to be transformed into perception.

Todas las cualidades del mundo exterior existen porque tú las creas. Tu cerebro no es el creador, sino una herramienta traductora. El verdadero creador es la mente.

Dreams have a long history of delivering messages. At the very least they have been considered meaningful and mysterious.

Reality is an interpretation.

let's accept that your beliefs, and all the other elements of interpretation, are activating bodily responses all the time.

You cannot be human without the ability to make symbols and recognize what they mean. A red stop sign is a symbol that tells cars to halt at an intersection. Red has zero connection to stop until human beings assign it that meaning.

As far as the brain is concerned, neural filtering is taking place in all models, whether they are scientific, spiritual, artistic, or psychotic. The brain is a processor of inputs, not a mirror to reality. If our brains are constantly filtering every experience, there is no way anyone can claim to know what is "really" real. You can't step outside your brain to fathom what lies beyond it.

Tu cerebro no solo interpreta el mundo, lo crea.

La única razón por la que las piedras son sólidas es que el cerebro interpreta una ráfaga de señales eléctricas como tacto; la única razón por la que el sol brilla es que el cerebro interpreta otra ráfaga de señales eléctricas como vista. No hay luz solar en mi cerebro, cuyo interior es tan oscuro como una caverna de piedra caliza sin importar cuán iluminado esté el mundo exterior.

La percepción parece ser automática, pero en realidad es un fenómeno aprendido. El mundo es que vives , incluida la experiencia de tu cuerpo, está completamente inspirado en el modo en que aprendiste a percibirlo.

In the apprehension of art there can be a loneliness, as there so often is in its creation. This breaching of loneliness may be the secret of what an audience is, or at least one of its secrets.

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

they will later reveal truth after history has digested the lie.

You see, I am good at filling in blanks, at seeing meaning where there may have been none at all. In this way I get very close to the truth. Or closer still to illusion.

I want my music to do the explaining.

All the modern verse plays, they're terrible they're mostly about the poetry. It's more important that the play is first.

English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.