Quotes About Perception

I've heard goldfish grow to the size of their surroundings; so does furniture.

If I was in charge of the dictionary I would have a right clear-out of words. Words like 'necrophilia' I'd get rid of. If someone has that (attraction to dead bodies), I'd make them say, 'I fancy dead bodies'. Then, at least when they tell people, they might realise how mental it sounds rather than it being hidden in a posh word. And then they'll stop having the problem. The fact that it has its own word makes it seem more acceptable.

Normally you can't hear your own voice cos you're talking over it

I bought an Apple iPad and it was out of date sooner than a real apple would have been. We

I really can't believe what a state the Pyramids are in. I thought they had flat rendered sides, but when you get up close, you see how they are just giant boulders balanced on top of each other, like a massive game of Jenga that has got out of hand. I

Chinese surgeons are the best in the world cos they're always dealing with kids with four legs or two heads in China, but Chinese doctors are rubbish when it comes to getting rid of a rash or a cold. There's a Chinese medicine shop round the corner from where I live and they give you twigs and leaves to eat if you have some eczema or flu. This shows the Chinese are not as up-to-date with everyday illnesses, yet they are great when it comes to removing an extra head.

The best thing about me is probably my eyes, but then I suppose my eyes would think that, as it's them that are looking at them.

I must have had about 30 to 40 people surrounding me. I'd seen footage of Gandhi surrounded like this and always thought it was because he was very popular, but now I wonder if it was just because he had a camera crew with him.

Cilv?kiem pat?k tr?t m?les un kladzin?t. Cilv?ks nav vis c?lies no p?rti?a, bet gan no vistas.

Gr?matas ir spogu?i: taj?s var redz?t tikai to, kas jau ir tev? paš?.

The belief in an independently existent self is a mistaken perception with serious consequences, for all afflictions are rooted in a fundamental misconception about the nature of the self. Grasping at the mistaken perceptions of oneself and other phenomena leads to constant frustrations, anxieties, and unhappiness. Understanding the illusory nature of the self allows one to experience things 'as they are,' without interference from conceptual constructs.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.' Shakespeare.

But I will tell you that it's maddening to me that men seem to know which way is north, and which way is west—and are always overweeningly proud about that accomplishment, by the way—and yet still you all more than likely will manage to get us poor women lost." "Are you referring to all men, or to your father and brother?" "My father, brother and you," she corrected sweetly.

Fall?" he repeated. "Say more like flying, as if someone threw you. What  .  .  . was that?" I chewed on my words before I let them out. "I  .  .  . sometimes have little disagreements with  .  .  . um, with reality. And physics.

Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.

The future was coming nearer, one relentless goose step after the next. Juliet could still remember when Hitler had seemed like a harmless clown. No one was amused now. ("The clowns are the dangerous ones," Perry said.)

I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.

Sometimes I would like to cry. I close my eyes. Why weren't we designed so that we can close our ears as well? (Perhaps because we would never open them.) Is there some way that I could accelerate my evolution and develop earlids?

He was one of those people who stared at you with a meaningful smile on their face, as if he was somehow intellectually and spiritually superior, when the fact was he was simply socially inept.

When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it smelled like abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wild lilacs you'd cut and brought into the house only this morning, which was already another life.

Time is construct, in relativity every thing flows, no past or present, only the now.

Dr. Kellet himself wore a three-piece Harris tweed suit strung with a large gold fob watch. He smelled of cloves and pipe tobacco and had a twinkly look about him as if he were going to toast muffins or read a particularly good story to her, but instead he beamed at Ursula and said, So, I hear you tried to kill your maid? (Oh, that's why I'm here, Ursula thought.)

People always said they wanted the truth, but really they were perfectly content with a facsimile.

As you got older and time went on, you realized that the distinction between truth and fiction didn't really matter because eventually everything disappeared into the soupy, amnesiac mess of history. Personal or political, it made no difference.