Quotes About Perception

She charmed and sparkled and said witty things, but she knew very well she was being charming and sparkling and witty while she was doing it, which somehow felt wrong.

talking to him this morning had been like taking that first bite of an orange. That first sip of black, black coffee. He listened as though she mattered precisely as much as he did. How disorienting this quality was to encounter in a man.

Perhaps men like the Everseas were commonplace here in England. Perhaps finding a beautiful titled husband would be as simple as shaking an apple from a tree.

Because he spoke to her the way no one else had ever spoken to her, which meant he saw her in a way no one else saw her.

the brightening he detected in the room around him might just be the whites of dozens of eyes as they widened [upon him]

the biggest lie people tell themselves is that they prefer to know the truth.

Time took on a peculiarly viscous quality.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

I may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

In a low whisper she was certain only her friend could hear, she said, I specifically remember we both promised never to drink from any man's goblet of wine. From the looks of you, Frances Catherine, I'm thinking you broke your word.

Well? Well, what? Damn it, Nathan, tell me what you think. About what? Lady Sara, Colin persisted. What do you think of her? The truth, Colin? His friend gave a quick nod. Nathan's smile was slow, easy. She'll fit through the window.

We English have perfect eyesight. Alec finally turned to look at her. Are you jesting with me, wife? You decide, husband. Aye, you are, Alec answered. I've already learned all about the English sense of humor. And what have you learned? You don't have any.

I'm wearing clothes in my thoughts and dreams though. What am I wearing in yours? she asked. Me. Conversation between Mary Rose and Harrison in Julie Garwood's FOR THE ROSES

The surgical nurses were right. Theo Buchanan was gorgeous.. and sexy as hell. But none of that should matter. She was his physician, nothing more, nothing less.. His hair was sticking up and he needed a shave, but he was still sexy. There wasn't anything wrong with her noticing that.. unless, of course, he noticed her noticing.

The first time she slit a man's throat she felt sick to her stomach. The second time? Not so much.

they'd become good friends before they were old enough to understand they were supposed to be enemies...

Don't you want to know what happened?" Jack asked Alec as he tilted his head toward the man he'd killed. "I figured he didn't get your order right.

Christina was so feminine, so dainty, so damned innocent-looking … and she wore a knife strapped to her leg.

I remember being called a pig. You do? You know good and well, I do. I was called a pig in two languages. You were? I was.

He loved her, yet knew he'd go to his grave without having any understanding of what went on inside her mind.

husband laughed at Justin. She didn't

The young fought sleep, she thought, but the old relished it, and at the moment, she felt absolutely ancient.

At times, circumstances conspire to make us believe the lies we tell ourselves. Everything- the weather, the season, the fall of light- sets the stage for our play; we find ourselves, instead of acting, becoming the characters, moving into a reality in which we're inseparable from our roles.

How astounding, Andras thought, that a ship that size could shrink to the size of a house, and then to the size of a car; the size of a desk, a book, a shoe, a walnut, a grain of rice, a grain of sand. How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of what might come, and for a moment his chest felt light with panic.