#sense

One man’s nonsense is another man’s sense. ↗

— Peter Cameron

#perspective #sense #nonsense

And one more thing: you still believe that man can be good. If that weren't the case, you wouldn't have invented all this nonsense to convince yourself otherwise. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#good #nonsense

We never choose which words to use, for as long as they mean what they mean to mean, we don’t care if they make sense or nonsense. ↗

— Norton Juster

#nonsense

A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#talking-to-yourself #nonsense

Just because you don't understand something doesn't mean that it's nonsense. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#nonsense

How many hours are there in a mile? Is yellow square or round? Probably half the questions we ask-half our great theological and metaphysical problems-are like that. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#metaphysics #nonsense #questioning-mind #questions #theology

Male or female, if my name were either Don or Dawn, I’d be up at sunrise to celebrate the glory that is me.
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— Jarod Kintz

#celebration #dawn #don #female #glory

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#self-image #sense-of-self #stories #storytelling #story

The Romantic movement among other things was concerned to bring back into permitted human experience occasions when the 'invisible but real world' was of paramount importance, when the non-visual or dark senses were operating as organs of knowledge. ↗

— Peter Redgrove

#senses #visions #experience

Are You Ready for New Urban Fragrances? Yeah, I guess I'm ready, but listen: Perfume is a disguise. Since the middle ages, we have worn masks of fruit and flowers in order to conceal from ourselves the meaty essence of our humanity. We appreciate the sexual attractant of the rose, the ripeness of the orange, more than we honor our own ripe carnality. Now today we want to perfume our cities, as well; to replace their stinging fumes of disturbed fossils' sleep with the scent of gardens and orchards. Yet, humans are not bees any more than they are blossoms. If we must pull an olfactory hood over our urban environment, let it be of a different nature. I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under the pressure of my step, I want the streets to emit the precise odor of a diamond necklace. I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve. I want to carry luggage that reeks of the neurons in Einstein's brain. I want a city's gases to smell like the golden belly hairs of the gods. And when I gaze at a televised picture of the moon, I want to detect, from a distance of 239,000 miles, the aroma of fresh mozzarella. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#humor #senses #age