Quotes About Perception

I daresay that was only river water, if we had known. But we did not know, so it was alright. What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over. (Chapter XII)

É um facto curioso que, uma vez em terra, não haja ninguém que enjoe no mar. A bordo cruzamo-nos com imensa gente muito enjoada, de facto; barcos e barcos cheios deles. Porém, até hoje, ainda nunca encontrei um homem, em terra, que soubesse o que era enjoar no mar. Onde é que se metem, quando estão em terra firme, esses milhares e milhares de maus marinheiros que deambulam em cada navio permanece um mistério.

Life tastes much the same, whether we quaff it from a golden goblet or drink it out of a stone mug. The hours come laden with the same mixture of joy and sorrow, no matter where we wait for them.

Your friend's beauty, said he, I should describe as elusive. It is there, but you can easily miss it. Now, in that cap, to my mind, you do miss it.

one that lingers long upon the retina of memory.

No, what was sad in his case was that he, who didn't care for carved oak, should have his drawing-room panelled with it, while people who do care for it have to pay enormous prices to get it.  It seems to be the rule of this world. 

The mildest tempered people, when on land, become violent and blood-thirsty when in a boat. 

Mrs. Postwhistle's theory was that although very few people in this world understood their own business, they understood it better than anyone else could understand it for them. If

O inglês típico, sabemos pelo velho cronista Froissart, aprecia seus prazeres com angústia; já a mulher inglesa vai um passo além: é na própria angústia que busca o prazer.

Will it be the same in the future?  Will the prized treasures of to-day always be the cheap trifles of the day before?  Will rows of our willow-pattern dinner-plates be ranged above the chimneypieces of the great in the years 2000 and odd? 

Jerome Tuccille

No one's hurt is too small, no worry too removed, no blessing so elusive that it cannot be seen by the eyes in the back of the human heart.

It is said that kids have no use for the word 'then'. It is said that only 'now' and 'this minute' count with kids. It is said that kids believe time began the day they were born. How sad if this were true. It would mean kids believe they live on a tiny, isolated island in time. It would mean that when they look back, they fail to see the fascinating human adventure that led up to that day when they were born. It would mean that when they look back, they see...nothing.

Now I'm really not getting it." "That's why you should talk to my mom. We've both received Christ and—" "Received Christ? You're not gonna be like those people that go around knocking on everybody's door, are you?

once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

We're sort of like the town whore that's finally become an institution. We're finally becoming respectable.

It's not enough to be the best at what you do; you must be perceived as the only one who does what you do.

Living within artificial, reconstructed, arbitrary environments that are strictly the products of human conception, we have no way to be sure that we know what is true and what is not. We have lost context and perspective. What we know is what other humans tell us.

I don't understand women at all. Like how a women can pour boiling hot wax onto their upper thigh, then rip the hair out by the root... and still be afraid of a spider.

Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You can't stare at it. It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.

Every other man is looking great saint after marriage.

Ainda não sei ao certo de onde vêm as piadas. Talvez de uma mistura emocional de tédio, agressividade, intensa acuidade visual e outro tipo de agilidade da mente que nos permite transformar o que vemos naquilo que queremos ver

Grape-Nuts is a mysterious product. You open the box, pour it in the bowl, no grapes, no nuts. What's the story?

A baseball bat could not have hit me harder than that smile did. I was sixteen years old. In that time, how many thousands of smiles had been aimed at me? so why did this one feel like the first?