Visible and mobile, my body is a thing among things; it's caught in the fabric of the world, and its cohesion is that of a thing. But, because it moves itself and sees, it holds things in a circle around itself.
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…
The body is our general medium for having a world. - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
The body is our general medium for having a world.
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.
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.
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…
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
Everyone is alone and yet nobody can do without other people, not just because they are useful... but also when it comes to happiness.
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