Quotes About Perception

Often he had the impression that the person answering questions from the scratchy armchair was a dummy he was controlling, that this had been true throughout his life, and that his life had become so involved with operating the dummy that he, the ventriloquist, had ceased to have a personality, becoming just an arm stuffed up the puppet's back.

Nous savions que les filles étaient nos jumelles, que nous existions tous dans l'espace comme des animaux qui avaient la même peau, et qu'elles savaient tout de nous alors que nous étions incapables de percer leur mystère. Nous savions, enfin, que les filles étaient en réalité des femmes déguisées, qu'elles comprenaient l'amour et même la mort, et que notre boulot se bornait à créer le bruit qui semblait tant les fasciner.

Desdemona oli tottunut näkemään heidän siamilaisvarjonsa iltaisin vasten valkeaksi kalkittua talonseinää, ja aina kohdatessaan vain oman varjonsa hänestä tuntui kuin se olisi halkaistu kahtia.

Luce even analyzed my prose style to see if I wrote in a linear, masculine way, or in a circular, feminine one.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.

Stomach-sleepers like me were in retreat from reality, given to dark perception and the meditative arts. This

Out past the weekly glimpsed windows, out past the street, lived the world, which had, Old Mrs. Karafilis knew, been dying for years.

Whatever happened now would become the truth, that whatever he seemed to be would become what he was - already an American, in other words.

Though she carried on few extended conversations, we got an idea of her state of mind from the little that got back to us of the little she said.

Often he had the impression that the person answering questions from the scratchy armchair was a dummy that he was controlling, that this had been true throughout his life, and that his life had become so involved with operating the dummy that he, the ventriloquist, had ceased to have a personality, becoming just an arm stuffed up the puppet's back.

Real life doesn't live up to writing about it

She wasn't so special, maybe. She was his ideal, but an early conception of it, and he would get over it in time.

Normality wasn't normal. It couldn't be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself. But people—and especially doctors—had doubts about normality. They weren't sure normality was up to the job. And so they felt inclined to give it a boost.

Ez is olyan, mint a képek a múzeumban – állapította meg –, csak arra próbálnak ürügyet találni, hogy meztelen nÅ'ket mutogassanak.

Aquí nos encontramos básicamente con una soñadora, una persona sin contacto con la realidad. Cuando saltó, probablemente se figuraba que volaría

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.

Did I see through the male tricks because I was destined to scheme that way myself? Or do girls see through the tricks, too, and just pretend not to notice?

Csak onnan tudhatjuk, hogy igaz, hogy mindketten ugyanazt álmodtuk. EttÅ'l lesz valóság. A valóság is álom, csak mindenki egyszerre álmodja.

Antes era possível, em geral, dizer a nacionalidade da pessoa pela cara. A imigração acabou com isso. Depois ainda dava para descobrir a nacionalidade pelos sapatos. A globalização acabou com isso.

La observó con tal concentración que hasta dejó de existir

A mente se autoedita. A mente se dá retoques. Habitar um corpo é diferente de estar fora dele. De fora, a gente pode olhar, inspecionar, comparar.

As mulheres sabem o que significa ter um corpo. Compreendem suas dificuldades e fragilidades, suas glórias e seus prazeres. Os homens tratam o corpo como coisa só sua. Cuidam dele privadamente, mesmo quando estão em público.

But even as we make these conclusions we feel our throats plugging up, because they are both true and untrue. So much has been written about the girls in the newspapers, so much has been said over backyard fences, or related over the years in psychiatrists' offices, that we are certain only of the insufficiency of explanations.

Looking back now, I can only remember a time when the world seemed to have a million eyes, silently opening wherever I went. Most of the time they were camouflaged, like the closed eyes of green lizards in green trees. But then they snapped open -- on the bus, in the pharmacy -- and I felt the intensity of all that looking, the desire and desperation.