Quotes About Perception

Rebecca's eyes were like faith,—the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

for whether she knows anything or not, she looks as if she did, and whether she's capable of filling an office or not, she looks as if she was.

She had never looked to see what lay beneath the surface, because the surface was easy enough to polish and keep bright.

But aren't all of us like a fine weaving? The pattern the world sees often hides the threads." Tess

His brow furrowed in a way that suggested he was calculating my likely ability to be that naive.

because he stared at me with such a look as made him seem much better-looking even than he likely thought himself, and it is very bad to encourage young men into believing you find them handsome.

Can we ever see the truth when desire blinds us? Or do we call it the truth because it is what we wish to see?

That is true. But nevertheless, you are like the prisoners in the cave, your legs and necks shackled by your maps and your walls so that all you can see is the shadows thrown by the fire on the wall of the cave. You think they are the truth, but they are only a shadow of the truth, which lies—" He gestured to the sky and the plain and the distant spiral curl that was the growing city of Sarai. "—out here, under the gaze of the sun and the moon and the stars.

She can only see other people in reference to how they make her feel

What they do no' understand, they fear, and they hate what makes them afraid, for they think it is a sign o' weakness.

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savoring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch. Cerulean, azure, blue. Shadowy, sombre, secret. Voluptuous, sensuous, amorous. Kiss, hiss, abyss. Some words sounded dangerous. Pagan. Tiger. Some words seemed to shine. Crystal. Glissade. Some words changed their meaning as I grew older. Ravishing.

Belle laide, Athénaïs calls me,' I replied with a little shrug. The expression was usually used to describe a woman who was arresting despite the plainness of her looks.

They're hobgoblins

Everywhere I went, it was Balto this and Balto that. Truth to tell, I knew Balto well enough. He was in my kennel. He was owned, bred, raised, and trained by Sepp, same as I was. Sepp called Balto nothing but a scrub freight dog. Don't get me wrong, he was a nice-enough fellow. But he was no racer. And he didn't have a whole lot going on upstairs. What he had was luck. It was luck, pure and simple, that he happened to be leading the team that made the last leg of the Serum Run.

Why didn't they warn us at school? I'm sure if some teacher had said, Oh and by the way, it feels like someone sandpapering your cervix, they needn't have bothered with all the AIDS warnings and morality stuff.

You can't explain a degree to a dog

It seemed wrong, she thought, that there should be such beauty in the world on a day like this.

L'âme d'autrui est une forêt obscure où il faut marcher avec précaution. (The soul of another is a dark forest in which one must tread carefully.)

Men wielded their video cameras like weapons, recording rather than experiencing...

He was a stranger here too; he noticed his accent had softened and his expectations of people had hardened.

Wherever you go, the most of life will have to happen in your mind.

There were always too many hours in the day and never enough in the night.

He praised the mare and tugged at her ear. He flattered the cob as well, liking him suddenly; sorry for him because his plain looks concealed such a generous heart.

Everyone always believes him to be the person they think he is, which in truth is no one