Quotes About Perception

It was one of those times when the unsatisfactory complexity of the world fades far enough into the distance for the moment to become a thing in itself.

A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.

His knowledge of books had in some degree diminished his knowledge of the world.

A miser grows rich by seeming poor. An extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.

We ask a simple question And that is all we wish: Are fishermen all liars? Or do only liars fish?

He reached out and took her hand. Neither cared that someone might see. They had been taught all their lives that the only deep feelings between men and women were sexual, but now they knew that it was a lie. They were friends and they loved one another, and their hand-holding was perfectly innocent. It was one more thing to rejoice in, one more way in which they had risen above the system, above the machine.

can seem very attractive to someone who has no idea at all what it really means; and

Finally in seminary I saw that Jesus was both a mirror to humanity and a window to divinity, the modest amount given to mortal eyes to see.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

The Steinbeck house was full of books, and as John's sister Beth recalled, "The choice was ours." Some years later Steinbeck reckoned that the books he immersed himself in as a boy were "realer than experience." He didn't remember them as books, but as "something that happened to me.

Normal" women were rare, unless one considered Judy Garland a normal woman.

We think it is calm here, or that our storm is the right size.

The earth says have a place, be what that place requires; hear the sound the birds imply and see as deep as ridges go behind each other.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it—I breathed it into my ears. Little

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

Later she sat on the ground in the forest between school and home, and spring was so bright and beautiful, the warm air touched her so tenderly, she could almost feel herself changing into a flower. Her light dress felt like petals. "I love everything," she heard herself say. "So do I," a voice answered. Pearl straightened up and looked around. No one was there.

T]he conviction grew in him that the earth and the sky knew he was there and also felt friendly; so he was not really alone, and not really entirely lonely.

America, as Mark Twain observed, nothing is older than our habit of calling everything new.

I couldn't recall ever having felt lonely before. It was a weird sensation – for the moment a bit exciting, but I could tell that once I got used to it, it would be awful.

Vox populi, vox Humbug.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

There's many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but it is all hell.

In our worship we find for the most part what we expect to find.

Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.