#conception

The countries that share this conception should be able to go further together, without excluding the others, since they can still live in a greater community of exchange and co-operation. ↗

— Jacques Delors

#co-operation #community #conception #countries #exchange

The common misconception is that as an actress you have to learn what you're doing. No, you just have to make the audience think you've learned it. ↗

— Edie Falco

#audience #common #doing #just #learn

They thought that athletes that worked out with my system wouldn't be able to throw a ball because they'd be too muscle bound. Those are the misconceptions I had to go through for about 40 years. ↗

— Jack LaLanne

#about #athletes #ball #because #bound

God ceases to be God only for those who can admit the possibility of His non-existence, and that conception is in itself the most severe punishment they can suffer. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#ceases #conception #god #his #itself

The historian must have some conception of how men who are not historians behave. Otherwise he will move in a world of the dead. He can only gain that conception through personal experience, and he can only use his personal experiences when he is a genius. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#conception #dead #experience #experiences #gain

The best of artists has no conception that the marble alone does not contain within itself. ↗

— Michelangelo

#artists #best #conception #contain #does

Science progresses best when observations force us to alter our preconceptions. ↗

— Vera Rubin

#best #force #observations #our #preconceptions

Remember preconceptions? Even though I'd landed hoping simply to somehow scrape the transatlantic fare home, I'd been an arrogant swine, imbued with that Old World toffee-nosed attitude: The United States of America's got no culture, not deep down. ↗

— Jonathan Gash

#lovejoy #preconceptions #attitude

Of my conception I know only what you know of yours. It occurred in darkness and I was unconsenting... By some bleak alchemy what had been mere unbeing becomes death when life is mingled with it. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#death #life #death

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#empathy #expectations #expression #faithfulness #feeling