Quotes About Interpretation

The aliens are using us, the argument goes, for their own purposes, replenishing their genetic stock at our expense after some sort of holocaust on their own planet. If they make us feel that there is something worthwhile about the whole process, this is the result of deception. I would not say that the aliens never resort to deception to hide their purposes, but the above argument is, in my view, too narrow or linear an interpretation.

She observed that more than one person "could potentially access the same life." She also had brought in her drawings of an anal probe, which compared accurately with a picture that Dave had made independently, except that hers was shown open and his was closed. "The only reason I saw this open," she said, "was because the doctor showed it to me.

A great artist transforms our world, removes scales from our eyes, plugs from our ears, gloves from our fingertips and teaches us to perceive reality differently.

Whenever we read a book we love, we change it, to some extent. We read into it our own interpretations, and the meanings which the words have taken on in our time. If a book is so rigid that it cannot lend itself to these fluctuations, it is useful only while it seems strictly true, and afterwards it is completely out of date.

When written in Chinese, the word "crisis" is composed of two characters. One represents danger, and the other represents opportunity.

Too often we hold fast to the clichés of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought. [Commencement Address at Yale University, June 11 1962]

When written in Chinese the word "crisis" is composed of two characters — one represents danger and the other represents opportunity.

Too often we hold fast to the clichés of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought. [Commencement Address at Yale University, June 11 1962]

Jefferson determined the lodestar that lay hidden in the motivations of others

All we could get out of them was that they were taking us to 'Kurokuma'. We didn't know if that was a place or a person. What does it mean, by the way?' 'I'm told it's a term of great respect,' Horace said, unwilling to admit that he didn't know.

Hal answered him. "We're as sure as we can be. The guard captain said he found a ball of yellow glass. What else could it be?" Jesper shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a ball of yellow glass?

He" was a girl indeed, Hal thought.

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies

ascension took place in Jerusalem, if Mark wrote correctly. Not so, if Luke knew whereof he spoke, for he relates that it was at Bethany. Acts (1:12) gives Mt. Olivet

some people may have difficulty applying these facts to their theological system. For instance, if a person says, "I believe the Ten Commandments are the rule of life for a Christian today," that person should realize that he is also saying, "I believe the words or terms of the covenant given to Israel and kept in the ark of the covenant are the Christian's rule of life for today.

We believe the Ten Commandments, as interpreted and applied by our Lord in his teaching and in the Holy Spirit-inspired New Covenant Scriptures, are a very vital part of our rule of life. The entire Bible, all sixty-six books, as it is interpreted through the lens of the New Covenant Scriptures, is our rule of life.

When Israel is treated as exactly analogous with the body of Christ, then Moses must be not only equated with Christ as an equal lawgiver, Moses actually must be made the greater lawgiver and Christ merely the greatest interpreter of Moses, because Moses came first.

The sign of a good novel is what it can cause its reader to see, even if this lies beyond the author's own vision.

People, through finding something 'beautiful,' think something else 'unbeautiful

Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.

so now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green...

you do violence with your words if you force them - art is given - the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands - call it a Muse ...

yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ...