Quotes About Perception

The cross the preacher had told him about was bloody, not flaming; meek, not militant. It had made him feel awe and wonder, not fear and panic. It had made him want to kneel and cry, but this cross made him want to curse and kill.

Then, first of all, let us admit that there is no such thing as objectivity, no such objective fact as objectivity. Objectivity is a fabricated concept, a synthetic intellectual construction...

It's because others have said you were bad and they made you live in bad conditions. When a man hears that over and over and looks about him and sees that his life is bad, he begins to doubt his own mind.

And one morning while in the woods I stumbled suddenly upon the thing, Stumbled upon it in a grassy clearing guarded by scaly oaks and elms And the sooty details of the scene rose, thrusting themselves between the world and me....

I had never in my life been abused by whites, but I had already become as conditioned to their existence as though I had been the victim of a thousand lynchings.

If you think I'm telling tall tales, get chummy with some white cop who works in a Black Belt district and ask him for the lowdown. When

In shaking hands I was doing something that I was to do countless times in the years to come: acting in conformity with what others expected of me even though, by the very nature and form of life, I did not and could not share their spirit.

How constantly and overwhelmingly the advertisements, radios, newspapers and movies play upon us! But in thinking of them remember that to many they are tokens of mockery.

he had lived within the narrow grooves of habit so long that he had learned to see in his dark world without the aid of eyes

The plots and stories in the novels did not interest me so much as the point of view revealed. I gave myself over to each novel without reserve, without trying to criticize it; it was enough for me to see and feel something different. And for me, everything was something different. Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.

To ask a writer to deny the validity of his sensual perceptions is to ask him to be 'expedient' enough to commit spiritual suicide for the sake of politicians … My task is to weigh the effects of our civilization upon the personality, as it affects it here and now. If, in my weighing of those effects, I reveal rot, pus, filth, hate, fear, guilt, and degenerate forms of life, must I be consigned to hell?" Richard Wright, author Native Son

Yet he saw and felt but one life, and that one life was more than a sleep, a dream; life was all he had

Having no claims upon others, I bent the way the wind blew, rendering unto my environment that which was my environment's, and rendering unto myself that which I felt was mine.

While listening to the vivid language of the sermons I was pulled toward emotional belief, but as soon as I went out of the church and saw the bright sunshine and felt the throbbing life of the people in the streets I knew that none of it was true and that nothing would happen.

Our brains are belief engines, not truth engines.

Awareness is the first objective - not action and change.

God comes to each of us in the form we can best perceive Him. To you, just now, He was a heron. To someone else, He might come as a flower or even a breeze.

He stopped several feet away, assessing them with one smooth glance, and in that instant Miranda could have sworn she saw something flicker in his dark, dark eyes. Curiosity? Confusion? Whatever it might have been, in the very next second it was gone, replaced by polite detachment.

Well, as long as we're all here," Miranda began, while Parker let out a prolonged groan. "Uh-oh. I sense drama." "Impossible," Roo said offhandedly. "You have no sense.

I wish you wouldn't look at me like that." Miranda frowned. "Like what?" "Like…you can see things I don't want you to see." "Too late." "Stop." She did her best to sound stern. "Now I know how Gage feels." "Except for the dimples." "Right. Except for those." "Not to worry, cher. You got a whole lotta other redeeming qualities.

Did Miranda tell you?" Flipping her bangs from her eyes, Roo stared at Etienne. He immediately looked suspicious. "Tell me what?" "I can't believe she didn't tell you, riding over here." "Tell me what ?" "I thought girls told you everything. You must be losing some of that charm.

He talks about you...he thinks you're beautiful...

The ghosts actually let you see them in person?" "No," Parker said. "Only in spirit.

Butler: Do you think I look deaf? William: Whadda I know. You look like you could be anything.