Quotes About Interpretation

A könyvek olyanok, mint a tükör: mindenki azt látja bennük, amit a lelkében hordoz.

Se escribe para uno mismo y se reescribe para los demás.

Everything in life is nonsense. It's just a question of perspective.

Este culo serrano tuyo es el apocalipsis según Botticelli.

it true you haven't read any of these books?' 'Books are boring.' 'Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you,' answered Julián.

The administrative and hierarchic aspects seem to be crucial in the evolution of belief systems. The truth is first revealed to all men, but very quickly individuals appear claiming sole authority and a duty to interpret, administer and, if need be, alter this truth in the name of the common good. To this end they establish a powerful and potentially repressive organisation

A valóság sosem múlja felül az irodalmat, legalábbis a minÅ'segit nem.

Qué hora es, Isabella? —Deben de ser las diez de la mañana. —¿Y eso significa? —… que no hay sarcasmo hasta el mediodía —replicó Isabella.

La letra de la canción es lo que creemos entender, pero lo que nos hace creerla o no es la música.

Gostava de saborear o desenrolar do enredo e esmiuçar a arquitetura de cada frase,acreditando que,se decifrasse a música daquela prosa,descobriria algo acerca daquele homem que nunca conhecera...

We think we understand a songs lyrics, but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music.

And along the way read the Bible from start to finish. It's one of the greatest stories ever told. Don't make the mistake of confusing the word of God with the missal industry that lives of it.

This is the golden rule that sustains every artifice of paper and ink. Because when the lights go out, when the music ends and the stalls are empty again, the only thing that matters is the mirage that has been engraved in the theater of the imagination all readers hold in their mind.

Cuando todo el mundo se empeña en pintar a alguien como un monstruo, una de dos: o era un santo o se están callando de la misa la media.

All interpretation or observation of reality is necessarily fiction. In this case, the problem is that man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other purpose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species. It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for a human being. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake. As I said, pure biology.

future could be read much more clearly in the streets, factories, and barracks than in the morning press.

Perhaps part of your problem is that you've been reading the commentators and not the people they were commenting on. A common mistake but fatal when you're trying to learn something

Uma história é, em definitivo uma conversa entre quem narra e quem escuta, e um narrador só pode contar até onde vai a sua perícia, e um leitor, só pode ler até onde está escrito em sua alma.

La maggior parte degli uomini, inclusi quelli che osservavano per professione, confondevano il vedere con il guardare, e quasi sempre si soffermavano sui dettagli ovvi che velavano la lettura al di là di ciò che era irrilevante. Leandro diceva sempre che scomparire nello sguardo dell'avversario era un'arte il cui apprendimento poteva durare un'intera vita.

Wie fühlen Sie sich?', fragte der Arzt. 'Etwas in Sorge, ehrlich gesagt. Ich habe geträumt, dass mich Jesus Christus besucht und wir ein langes, tiefgehendes Gespräch geführt haben.' 'Worüber?' 'Hauptsächlich über Fußball.

I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.

When Gertrude Stein came to Ann Arbor, my mother said that all she said was, a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. When Dylan Thomas came to Ann Arbor, my father said that he was a terrible man. And that is how I was brought up.

A glance can both submit and subvert; it can be sharp or shy, scornful or adoring; it can be a near cousin to scrutiny – but it almost always assumes a degree of mutually encoded knowledge. A spark is struck and apprehended; the head turns on it's spinal axis; the shoulders freeze; the eyes are the only busy part of the body, simultaneously receiving and sending out information, so that a glance becomes more than a glance. It is a weapon, a command, or a sigh of acquiescence.

It can be seen as a discussion of the nature of evidence—the way in which there is no single truth about anyone's life, but as many truths as there are observers.