Viewfinders In Art Quotes & Sayings

The secret of understanding poetry is to hear poetry's words as what they are: the full self's most intimate speech, half waking, half dream. You listen to a poem as you might listen to someone you love who tells you their truest day. Their words might weep, joke, whirl, leap. What's unspoken in the words will still be heard. It's also the way we listen to music: You don't look for extractable meaning, but to be moved. — Jane Hirshfield

It focuses on the need for comprehensive assessment and describes in detail the theory, processes, and instrumentation of forensic risk assessment, — Phil Rich

I have always preferred conflict of individuals over the battle of extreme ideologies. — Robert Ludlum

If we are serious about change, we have to dig - preferably with plenty of company and with a full appreciation of the fact that although we did not start the fire, it belongs to us now. — Allan G. Johnson

The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow. — John Green

The pattern recognition theory of mind that I articulate in this book is based on a different fundamental unit: not the neuron itself, but rather an assembly of neurons, which I estimate to number around a hundred. The wiring and synaptic strengths within each unit are relatively stable and determined genetically - that is the organization within each pattern recognition module is determined by genetic design. Learning takes place in the creation of connections between these units, not within them, and probably in the synaptic strengths of the interunit connections. — Ray Kurzweil

I'm a guy here to play football. I'm not here for photos or newspapers or TV shows or trophies or awards. I'm not into all that. — Randy Moss

He who blushes is already guilty. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

s eye view of what has been promiscuously said, thought, fancied, and sung of Leviathan, by many nations and generations, including our own. — Herman Melville

As her breath caught in her throat, Vanessa grabbed the first diversion she spotted - a glossy visitor's guide to the city - and sat down, determined not to let her thoughts travel back in time. But as she flipped through the pages without seeing them, her determination failed, and a flood of memories poured over her. Tears began slipping down her cheeks, one by one, until she started sobbing, and the guide slipped to the floor. — Elsie Hillman-Gordon

Seldom can one hate a person if one understand that person. — Robin Hobb

Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labor in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more. — Alfred Tennyson