Quotes About Interpretation

Words unconsciously shift thoughts and feelings. One person's 'terrorist' is another's 'freedom fighter'; politicians jockey to commandeer 'family values,' and somehow you can't favor both 'choice' and 'life'.

Picasso has magical eyes. He sees the world so differently than we do, but he is able to make us understand what he sees. That's what a truly great artist does

Many reasons had been given, and every man adopted the rationale which suited his own particular emotionality. But what seemed obvious at the time became less so as the years passed. Professors of history argued, experts in economics demurred, psychologists begged to differ, and anthropologists felt it necessary to point out.

Eh, Mijnheer, querenzie tomar la klopje inmensa de la cabeza vefrouvens in forma de ein skoboldash sundae?

Was that a sly smile of the initiate, or a dumb smile of bluffing?

every coin has three sides

Bones and rocks are eloquent storytellers, if you know how to listen to them.

It's not what happens in one's life that matters, but it's the meaning one puts on what happens that matters.

It Was the Best of Times… It Was the Worst of Times There's a saying that goes: "It's not what happens in one's life that matters, but it's the meaning one puts on what happens that matters.

My logic did not fit his logic.

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

It's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.

We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry.

Mrs. Spencer said that my tongue must be hung in the middle. But it isn't — it's firmly fastened at one end.

Nothing good about this but it's title. A priggish little yarn. And Hidden Riches is not a story--it's a machine. It creaks. It never made me forget for one instant that it was a story. Hence it isn't a story.

Making a--new--excuse me. Did you say language? Yes. What's the matter with English? Isn't it good enough for you, you incomprehensible little being?

Wilson has some fancy name for it, but I call lit macanaccady. Anything I can't analyze in the eating line I call macanaccady and anything wet that puzzles me I call shallamagouslem.

What is imagination for if not to enable you to peep at life through other people's eyes?

Out of your world perhaps, Susan — but not out of mine,' said Anne with a faint smile.

When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

Unfounded gossip can turn into sanctioned history if falls into the hands of the right storyteller.

Maybe there is no true story, only imagined stories, vague reflections of what we saw and what we heard, what we felt and what we thought.