Henry Reed Quotes

It's pretty far, but it doesn't seem like it.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

There are three aspects to perspective. The first has to do with how the size of objects seems to diminish according to distance: the second, the manner in which colors change the farther away they are from the eye; the third defines how objects ought to be finished less carefully the farther away they are.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

Distance either of time or place is sufficient to reconcile weak minds to wonderful relations.

The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.

Things seem more when you’re little. They seem bigger, and distances seem farther.

Everything's got space between it, the planets, trees, your eyes. Your eyes get too close together, it's a whole different world. You can lose perspective.

From 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from 30 feet away.

It's hard to say what I meant by "as we know it." I'm not about to go up on a mountain on new year's eve and wait for the lightening to strike.

When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.

"I see nobody on the road," said Alice. "I only wish I had such eyes," the King remarked in a fretful tone. "To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light."

Years ago, I was crashed in gram’s garden and Big asked me what I was doing. I told him I was looking up at the sky. He said, “That’s a misconception, Lennie, the sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

You know why the road curves as you're driving along? It curves because if God showed us the distance from where we are to where we’re going, we’d think it was too far.

The seasons and the years came and went...and always...one was, as the crow flies, about 2,000 km away - but from where? - and day by day hour by hour, with every beat of the pulse, one lost more and more of one's qualities, became less comprehensible to oneself, increasingly abstract.

Just as things in a picture, when viewed from a distance, appear to be all in one and the same condition and alike.

The longer a line, the more of the time element it contains. Distance is time whereas a surface is apprehended more in terms of the moment.

When you add a period of 25 years between the playing and the listening, then the whole question of meaning gets very complicated.

I find the remark, "Tis distance lends enchantment to the view" is no less true of the political than of the natural world.

A mountain seen in the haze of distance must nevertheless look a solid heavy mountain.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

Everything is too far away in the past, or mysteriously too close.

The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!

The back windows looked out over the fields, then the Atlantic, maybe a hundred yards away. Actually, I'm just making that bit up. I had no idea how far away the sea was. Only men could do things like that. "Half a mile." "Fifty yards." Giving directions, that sort of thing. I could look at a woman and say "Thirty-six C." Or "Let's try it in the next size up." But I had no idea how far away Tim's sea was except that I wouldn't want to walk to it in high heels.

There is a very modest side to me too. How far away from me is the image? It's about 20 steps away.