Quotes About Interpretation

Was that an insult?' 'If you have to ask, then indeedy-do, it was.

If you think too much about a thing, it is no longer innocent even if, in truth, it began that way

That's a good point, I suppose,' he said in that way people have when you've just said something that's so off the mark it might as well be in Sanskrit, but they like you, so they want to make something positive out of it so they can give you the credit you both know you don't deserve.

Most of the time, there is no truth, only various levels of interpretation. Fact is a construct we provide to the public.

All womankind, from the highest to the lowest love jokes; the difficulty is to know how they choose to have them cut; and there is no knowing that, but by trying, as we do with our artillery in the field, by raising or letting down their breeches, till we hit the mark.

Benim türümdeki yazarlar?n ressamlarla paylaÅŸt?klar? ortak bir ilke vard?r. -Asl?na tümüyle sad?k kalarak kopyalamak resimlerimizin yeterince çarp?c? olmalar?n? engellediÄŸinde, bizler ehven-i ÅŸeri (kötünün iyisini) seçer ve güzelliÄŸi ihlal etmektense hakikat? tahrif etmeyi (deÄŸiÅŸtirmeyi) yeÄŸleriz.

Sözcükleri telaffuz ettiÄŸim anda, kalp bölgesinin civar?ndaki telleri titreÅŸtiren bir çaba hissedebiliyordum.-Beyin bunu kaydetmedi.-Zaten genellikle bu ikisi birbiriyle pek anlaÅŸamaz.

Why not spend that time on art: painting, sculpting, charcoal, pastel, oils? Are words or numbers more important than images? Who decides this? Does algebra move you to tears? Can plural possessives express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

Who cares what the color means? How do you know what he meant to say? I mean, did he leave another book called Symbolism in My Books? If he didn't, then you could just be making all of this up. Does anyone really think this guy sat down and stuck all kinds of hidden meanings into his story? It's just a story.... But I think you are making all of this symbolism stuff up. I don't believe any of it.

He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

Me: All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

Welcome to the only class that will teach you to how to survive" Welcome to Art.

Mr. Freeman taps his chin. He looks way too serious to be an art teacher. He's making me nervous. Mr. Freeman: This has meaning. Pain. The bell rings. I leave before he can say more.

It's all about SYMBOLISM, says Hairwoman. Every word chosen by Nathaniel, every comma, every paragraph break - these were all done on purpose. To get a decent grade in her class, we have to figure out what he was really trying to say. Why couldn't he just say what he meant? Would they pin scarlet letters on his chest? B for blunt, S for straightforward?

He says a million things without saying a word I have never head a more eloquent silence -Melinda

David stares at Mr. Neck, looks at the flag for a minute, then picks up his books and walks out of the room. He says a million things without saying a word. I make a note to study David Petrakis. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

One guy's crap is another guy's fertilizer

Interpreting the Bible without training is a bit like finding a specific address in a foreign city with neither map nor knowledge of the language. You might stumble upon the right answer, but in the meantime you've put yourself at the mercy of every ignoramus in town, with no way of telling the savant from the fool.

To continue with the analogy, my perspective, my brush technique, my use of colour and shade, are all entirely different from his. The subject is essentially the same; it is the eyes and the hands of the artist that change.

Forcible sodomy and illegal entry, you put them both down and you get a jury confused. They figure it's two ways of saying the same thing.

Hopper was neither an illustrator nor a narrative painter. His paintings don't tell stories. What they do is suggest—powerfully, irresistibly—that there are stories within them, waiting to be told. He shows us a moment in time, arrayed on a canvas; there's clearly a past and a future, but it's our task to find it for ourselves.

They are properly described as works of fiction, with the understanding that fiction does not imply lack of truth so much as a willingness to refashion factuality in the service of drama, and perhaps in search of a higher truth.

Your mother spreads herself for camels.

Assuming that the manner in which something is said is often as relevant as its content, I have edited as little as possible, changing sentence structure only when clarity would be otherwise sacrificed, and revising unorthodox spelling on the premise that linotype operators have a difficult enough life as it is.