Quotes About Perception

I'm not even sure I saw someone." "You sensed someone?" He made a face. "Now that really sounds nuts." "Hey, if you're okay with me imagining myself as a pine marten, I'm okay with you sensing unseen assailants.

If Clay snarled and raged, he was a proper werewolf. If I did, I was a hysterical woman.

It's every judge and defense attorney and jury member who wonders why she didn't fight. Unless she kills him. Then they wonder why she fought so hard.

Am I the only one around here who thinks Maya has a hidden Y chromosome?" Hayley said. "If she does, she's hiding it pretty good," Corey said, giving me a lascivious once-over.

She texted to say she was fine." "Then she is." Impatient now. "Just because she said she's fine doesn't mean she is, Gabriel." Silence. Ricky could imagine him struggling to process the possibility. There were guys in the gang who joked that Don had hired a cyborg who did a remarkably lifelike impersonation of an actual human. Gabriel wasn't robotic. He just wasn't exactly personable. Or emotionally literate.

We are imprisoned by the truth we dare not see. We are imprisoned by the questions we dare not ask. "I'm asking!" I shouted. "I'm asking and asking and asking, and all I get are riddles and useless visions. What else do you want me to do?

I opened my eyes and when I did, he was right there, and all I could see was his eyes, those amazing amber eyes that I could fall into and-- I stumbled back. "You're not real." "Mmm, actually, I am. Not a ghost." He brushed his hand over the tops of the tall grasses, making them sway. "Not a zombie either, or I'd smell even worse by now.

Maya always pays attention," Daniel said. "She notices everything and has an opinion on it, which she's not afraid to share as frequently and as loudly as possible." Corey laughed. "Watch it," I said as I walked away, "or I'll share my opinions on what happened last night.

He walked beside me, so close I could smell woodsmoke on his jacket. I thought of warning him that there was a ban on campfires with the dry weather, but that sounded snotty. I'm sure he knew. I'm sure he didn't care.

Was he worried his aunt might warn me against him? Or was he merely pretending he didn't want me to visit her, because I'd already shown signs that I was a contrary b****?

Sorry," I said, hurrying over to him. "Are you--?" As I bent, he tried to snag my leg and yank me down, but I danced back out of reach. "Did you really think I'd fall for that?" I said. "Hoping.

When we broke for lunch, I caught up with Daniel outside the classroom. Corey and Brendan took off, saying they'd meet up with us at our table. "What's wrong?" Daniel said. "Noth--" "If those guys can tell something's wrong, then it is, Maya.

I suspect I could spend every evening this week with you and I wouldn't know you any better than I do right now." "Sure you would. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you." "That's the key word, isn't it? What I want to know. Not necessarily the truth." His lips twitched with what looked like genuine amusement. "Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended.

I woke up in a weird mood. A good mood, which was the weird part, all things considered.

You've found out something else. Something about you, not me." "Does your new bag of tricks include mind reading?" He laughed. "Only when it comes to you, Maya.

The guy didn't know shit about demons. Asmondai preferred to think things through. My granddaddy was the charging-bull type. Which I suppose explains why I'd fallen for the taunting and Adam only rolled his eyes.

You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.

As I started along the path, I noticed a young, dark-haired woman. But not Mina Lee. This one was taller than me, with long black hair that curled over her faded denim jacket. Native or Latina. She was watching me and making no effort to hide it. Mina Lee's partner? If so, she needed lessons in subtlety even more than Mina did.

You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?

You've forgotten everything my dad taught us all about dealing with big cats, haven't you?" "Oddly, it's slipped my mind. Something to do with seeing six-inch fangs a foot from my throat." "They're two inches, tops, and she's a meter away." "Maya…

You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?" I gave a soft laugh and shook my head. "Do I at least smell better than I did yesterday?" "No. Sorry.

I started rubbing my temples and she suggested I don't really get headaches. It just hurts me to think.

I rubbed my face. "It's back to normal, " Daniel said. "What?" I peered at him through my fingers. "Your face. It looks normal, so you can stop rubbing. It wasn't bad before anyway. Just a little…different.

I stayed up there for about ten minutes, straining for any sign of light, even the flicker of headlights on a distant road. Then I climbed back down. "It's dark," I said, after I leaped to the ground. "Um, yeah," Sam said. "It's night. How the hell you expected to see anything--" She stopped as she realized what I was really saying. "Oh.