Quotes About Perception

Oh, he's not like that, said Favonius. Jason flinched. You can read my mind? I don't need to. Favonius tossed his bronze hoop in the air. Everyone has the wrong impression of Cupid... until they meet him.

I turned to Alex. 'Hey, are you female today?' 'Hold on... There! Now I'm female.' My expression must have been priceless. Alex burst out laughing. 'I'm kidding. Yes, I'm female today. She and her.

Just because I'm Native American doesn't mean I can track furniture through the wilderness." She deepened her voice: "'Yes, kemosabe. A three-legged table passed this way an hour ago.' Heck, I don't know.

The thing about talking swords…it's hard to tell when they're kidding. They have no facial expressions. Or faces.

How do you tell a dream from a nightmare? If it involves a book burning , it's probably a nightmare.

But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn't need the Mist to warp their perceptions.

My mother says looking is the nature of wisdom.

I tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like I'd just punched her grandmother.

They chose the olive They must really like olives Forget it Now if she invented pizza that i can understand -Percy to Annabeth in the lightning theif

I need to talk to Clarisse, Annabeth said. I stared at her as if she'd just said I need to eat a large, smelly boot. What for?

The dead see what they believe they will see. So do the living. That is the secret.

I think the hardest thing we can ever do is see someone for who they really are. Our parents. Our friends. Ourselves.

I'll admit that I was staring. Suddenly my whole perspective had flipped inside out, like when you look at an inkblot picture and see just the black part. Then your brain inverts the image and you realize the white part makes an entirely different picture, even though nothing has changed. That was Alex Fierro, except in pink and green. A second ago, he had been very obviously a boy to me. Now she was very obviously a girl.

Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil.

The horse seemed to bend time and space as he ran, blurring the landscape and making Frank feel like he'd just drunk a gallon of whole milk without his lactose-intolerance medicine: Seven hundred and fifty miles per hour. Eight hundred. Eight hundred and three. Fast. very Fast.

If I were a flowerpot, I would've checked my hair. ~Carter Kane

My eyes were gray—more like my cousin Annabeth's than my mom's.

Sam's body language looked pretty stiff. I was too far away to hear, but I imagined her conversation with Alex was something like: Sam: Awkward. Alex: Awkward, awkward. Sam (nodding): Awkward, awkward, awkward.

How does Galdoila know about the reward? i asked. He reads the signs, Grover said. Duh. Of course, I said. Silly me.

You know, Magnus…sometimes it's best not to look as far as you're able to look, or to listen to everything you're able to hear.

The older Nico got, the more juvenile Percy seemed to him, though Percy was three years older. Nico found his sense of humour equal parts endearing and annoying. He decided to concentrate on the annoying.

Maybe being home schooled, Carter didn't realize that "test" is normally a bad thing.

I looked into his eyes, and I realized he was the same man I'd seen in my dreams. His face might be totally different, but the same soul was in there, the same intelligence and all the sadness.

If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff?