Everyone is alone and yet nobody can do without other people, not just because they are useful... but also when it comes to happiness.
I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it. But this separation of consciousness is recognized only after a failure of co… - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it. But this separation of consciousness is recognized only after a failure of co…
- Maurice Merleau-Ponty
To understand is to experience harmony between what we aim at and what is given, between the intention and the performance - and the body is our anch… - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
To understand is to experience harmony between what we aim at and what is given, between the intention and the performance - and the body is our anch…
We know not through our intellect but through our experience. - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
We know not through our intellect but through our experience.
I live in the facial expressions of the other, as I feel him living in mine. - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
I live in the facial expressions of the other, as I feel him living in mine.
The body is our general medium for having a world. - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
The body is our general medium for having a world.
Our body is not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space. It applies itself to space like a hand to an instrument. And when we wish to move … - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
Our body is not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space. It applies itself to space like a hand to an instrument. And when we wish to move …
The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art. - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.
Everyone is alone and yet nobody can do without other people, not just because they are useful... but also when it comes to happiness. - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis o… - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis o…
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