Quotes About Interpretation

My three-dimensional mind thinks all this 'real,' a history; where at most it is a geography, a partial [62] set of infinite aspects.

El arte no es cosa de experiencia; es cosa de imaginación. Javier de Maistre hacía viajes maravillosos alrededor de su cuarto; Beethoven era sordo; Milton cuando escribió el canto a la luz, estaba ciego.

Dans les yeux des gens, on vois ce qu'ils verront, pas ce qu'ils ont vu

Cos'era?» «Non lo so» Gli si illuminarono gli occhi. «Quando non sai cos'è, allora è jazz»

Lo que saca a la historia de sí misma, trayéndola así al mundo, es el acto de contarla. Que, sin embargo

Sapeva ascoltare. E sapeva leggere. Non i libri, quelli son buoni tutti, sapeva leggere la gente. I segni che la gente si porta addosso: posti, rumori, odori, la loro terra, la loro storia... Tutta scritta, addosso.

He spoke in english. Not flawlessly by any means. Not like a Nazi POW camp commandant who appreciates english poetry and says things like 'you know, we are much alike, you and I I'. But good enough

Maybe [Sodom and Gomorrah] isn't really about homosexuality, but about rape. If the angels had been female, and the men of Sodom said they wanted to 'know' them against their will, would people claim that the story shows heterosexuality is a sin?

I believe [the Bible] is meant to soften our hearts, not harden them.

The art of reading is to skip judiciously.

when writing a biography, you can't trust certainties. Just as you're about to pounce on something that will condemn you to a tidy answer, pooooofff! It vanishes.

The mention of God made Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni frown. In his experience, people were always claiming that God agreed with them even when there was little or no evidence that this was the case.

It's really rather easy to write eighth-century Chinese poetry, said Angus Lordie. In English, of course. It requires little effort, I find.

We want to reorganise the world, and that makes our brains jump the gun –sometimes. You look at a newspaper headline, take in one word, and before you know it your brain says: yes, that's what it says. But it may not.

It's how we read the face, said Ian. Remember that you're talking to a psychologist. We like to think about things like that. It's a question of numerous little signals that create the overall impression. But how do internal states who themselves physically? Very easily, said Ian. Think of anger. The knitted brow. Think of determination. The gritted teeth. And intelligence? Liveliness and engagement with the world.

We put on our walls what we think is beautiful or inspiring, and if others think that it is manufactured or shallow, then they need not have it on their walls.

It is always the same, Mma Makutsi—every time. Exactly the same. So now I know what that guy says without needing to read his book." This was heresy, and for a few moments Mma Makutsi was almost too shocked to respond.

But then men do not see things the same way we do, she thought. They have different eyes.

La poésie: cette sauce dont on recouvrait la réalité pour lui donner meilleur goût.

he had said that he had used a camera obscura device to paint his pictures. It had seemed such an unlikely theory, and yet Hockney's explanation made it seem so feasible. It was all to do with angles and perspective, and when you came to look at a Vermeer, there was a definite photographic feel to the artist's work.

Every story has two sides. So far, we've only heard one. The stupid side."   LIFE

the names we gave to others, and the things we accused them of, often said more about us than they did about them.

Everybody kissed one another these days; kisses meant nothing.

The signals confused Mma Ramotswe; she knew the Indian habit of moving the head from side to side meant the opposite of what it meant elsewhere and signified approval rather than disagreement, but she was not sure what a combination of movements meant. Perhaps there was something wrong with Mr. Sengupta; perhaps his head was loose.