Quotes About Perception

No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you'd think.

They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.

Stereotypes are fast and easy, but they are lies, and the truth takes its time.

It was possible, maybe, to have facts in your mind that weren't facts at all. You could build a whole life's story on false assumptions. You could make truths out of untruths and untruths out of truths. Until you spoke them, really said them out loud or checked for sure, you may not have known which were which.

No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.

The favorite game of temperamental people is Try to Guess Why I'm Ticked Off. (Contestant number one, Why do YOU think he's pissed off? Why, I'm not sure, Bob, but I'm going to go with 'Because I Left the Faucet Dripping.' BEEP. I'm sorry, that's incorrect. The correct answer is: 'Because You Happen to Exist.')

What is uneasy when you are awake in the daylight is terror in the dark honesty of your dreams.

I grow green beans in my garden. The one thing I know about harvesting them is that you need to train your eyes to see the beans. At first it all looks like leaves, until you see one bean and then another and another. If you want clarity, too, you have to look hard. You have to look under things and look from different angles. You'll see what you need to when you do that. A hundred beans, suddenly.

In the two months I had also dated Justin Fellowes, this guy in my Spanish class, though after three weeks we decided we should "see other people," which in my case was a joke, but it beat hearing him remark on everything I ate. 'I don't know why girls are always on a diet,' he'd say when I ordered a Diet Coke, and 'You should watch your starch intake' when I had a muffin.

You look so good," I say, and s***! Oh god, that's not what I meant. S***! "It looks good. The book.

Because words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.

Accents are funny in that they have this odd draw for us, yet we forget we have one, too. No one is without an accent, but the one you've got seems like oatmeal to their caviar.

It's hard to see clearly when your eyes are squinched tight out of fear.

I could forget that part, but it had to have been true.

We forget that just because something is honest it is not necessary the truth.

I ignore the message from Jenna, who wants to talk about Kayla and what a bitch she is. I think she actually said "witch" in the voicemail, but if that's what she means, I don't see what a difference the vocabulary makes

Fear was the biggest bullshitter, he'd said. But sometimes, too, fear told the truth.

We forget that just because something is honest it is not necessarily the truth.

Niceness is expected of her, not honesty.

Maybe it was better to be who he thought I was than who I thought I was.

The whistle buried under my skin and became a permanent part of me. I had a radar for certain eyes afterward. It was a heightened awareness of the bad shit that could happen if I wasn't careful, and I could adjust the degree of it, but I would never be able to turn it off.

True love, even if just in your head, can make you forget how badly things actually suck.

The truest thing about truth was that it needed to be seen no matter what it was and no matter how it came to you.

Who's crazier, anyway: people who struggle honestly, or the people who act like they never do?