Quotes About Sense

It's hard to say what drives a three year-old, but I think I had a sense that nature was my solace, and nature was a place in which there was beauty, in which there was order.

Culture opens the sense of beauty.

Instead of generating either unnecessary alarm or a false sense of security regarding these fundamental issues, the best course is to empower people with the truth.

I think with world building, it's important to create a sense of culture even if it is just a fantasy, and the best way to do that is to look at a real human culture and see what makes it cohesive.

Advertising is the ability to sense, interpret... to put the very heart throbs of a business into type, paper and ink.

You must have a visual sense if you want to be a photographer. It is a very subtle thing, this visual business.

Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.

Doing philosophy is largely a matter of trying to put things together, trying to get the pieces of very large puzzles to make some sense

Intuition eludes the grasp of linear thinking, with its exclusive emphasis on cause and effect that are close in time and space. The result is that most of our intuitions don't make sense—that is, they can't be explained in terms of linear logic. Very

Banks wondered if that was a psychopath's trait, along the lines of lack of conscience, no sense of humor and zero human empathy.

Morality was the preserve – literally – of the middle classes; those at either end of the social scale were not obsessed with the moral glue that gave a new class its sense of cohesion.

Also, I do seem attracted to trash, as if the clue--the clue--lies there. I'm always ferreting out elliptical points, odd angles. What I write doesn't make a whole lot of sense. There is fun and religion and psychotic horror strewn about like a bunch of hats. Also, there is a social or sociological drift--rather than toward the hard sciences, the overall impression is childish but interesting.

Parsifal is one of those corkscrew artifacts of culture in which you get the subjective sense that you've learned something from it, something valuable or even priceless; but on closer inspection you suddenly begin to scratch your head and say, 'Wait a minute. This makes no sense

Aquilo que não faz sentido faz o maior sentido de todos.

Non siete contenti di non vivere in un romanzo di fantascienza, dove ogni azione ha uno scopo ed è coerente, e in un cui il caso non agisce? La capillare sensazione che abbiamo di un universo senza senso è forse ciò che sostiene le nostre vite.

Religion begins in story. Yes, it does, because religion is an attempt to make sense of what is incomprehensible to us, what is inexplicable, what is awe-inspiring, what is frightening, what moves us to great wonder, and so on. That is the religious impulse, and it is part of our psychological makeup -- of everyone's psychological makeup.

It does not make sense. It cannot exist. It's impossible, and if it isn't impossible, it's irrelevant, and if it isn't either of those things, it's embarrassing.

Everything means something.

Do you think I need anything else?" "You could do with some sense," came the reply. "Some faculty to enable you to recognize wisdom and incline you to respect and obey it.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again. It is artificial and, even then, bought at the price of an obstinate estrangement from oneself and one's history.

Better for real things to be uncontrollable, better for one's life to be undecipherable and intellectually impenetrable than to attempt to make casual sense of what is unknown with a fantasy that is mad. Better, I thought, that the events of these past three days should remain incomprehensible to me forever than to posit, as I had just been doing, a conspiracy of foreign intelligence agents who are determined to control my mind. We've all heard that one before.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach-that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again.

It did not matter that the idea made no sense. Sabbath's sixty-four years of life had long ago released him from the falsity of sense.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach—that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again. It is artificial and, even then, bought at the price of an obstinate estrangement from oneself and one's history.