Quotes About Perception

all we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character--what we believe--none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell. But here's the thing: it's our goddamned story!

the scramble to get higher, to be seen, the cycle of creation and rebellion, everyone assuming they were saying something new or doing something new, something profound—when the truth was that it had all been done a million billion times.

Whites always have to watch what they say. Blacks do not. Black comedians, for instance, can tell jokes about white people right to their faces, and whites are expected to laugh. Thank goodness for black comedians. If not for them, no one would be able to point out the occasional absurdities of black culture. If a white person tried, he would be off the air quicker than you could say "Kramer from Seinfeld.

If you Find A Wife, they say, your Favorability Rating will improve, because although you are neck and neck with Nancy Fucking Beavers, a middle-aged woman with an ass like two neighborly cast-iron skillets who wears those unbelievable pantsuits — Nancy Fucking Beavers is not fucking single.

He wanted to believe that I was a good person and I wanted to believe that he was just another asshole.

Prove to me that you are not a figment of my imagination. Am I a computer simulation? Does the door swing both ways? How can something come from nothing? How do you know a line is straight? If animals wanted to be eaten, would it be okay? If time stopped then stared again, would we know about it? What happens when you get scared half to death twice? What is creationism? What is ethical?

What is perceived as normal. That makes it other people's failings. Deficits. Not yours. Who the hell sets the standards, huh? Who gets to say how we are supposed to be? Or who we are supposed to be? And how dare anyone make you feel inadequate for being who you are? It's not okay. It pisses me off.

Nobody gets their period for the first time and has a nervous breakdown next to a Kohler toilet. Men have such stupid ideas about menstruation, don't they, Julie?

How you find love means nothing. It's what you do with it when you see it that does. And when Julie looked at Matt, she unquestionably saw love.

Reality is not necessarily my friend—then again, neither are dreams—but this moment, this reality, is beautiful.

Don't overanalyze what you see. I have a felling that you're over-thinking things. Give it some time, and the pieces of this puzzle might come together.

What is meant by 'nut bag'? Is that a testicular reference or merely the identification of a satchel of cashews or pecans?

Matt took a deep breath. Something just happened between them. Julie felt something for him. She did. He could tell even through this online world. Whether it was him or Finn didn't really matter. It was a difference of names really, that's all.

Justin: I drive a Prius. Justin: Nobody gets abducted in a Prius, right?

meeting strangers, learning about what's beyond first glance. Discovering everyone has a hidden story, a reason for their behavior.

One negative thing seems like it overrides a thousand positives. In a sea of love, all you see is the one person drowning.

Mom, I have to go. I think this Matt character is here. Are you sure it's him? Julie peered into the car as the window lowered. "I see a maniacal-looking guy with brightly-colored candy in one hand, and he's waving a sickle with the other. Oh! He's beckoning me to the car. This must be my ride.

They say if your ears are burning then someone is talking about you. Is that true? Because I have a question about what it means if it's a different body part.

He could see it because he knew that lonely people hide secrets more than others.

Beer goggles are no match for atrocious lighting.

How you find love means nothing. It's what you do with it when you see it that does. And

Sometimes when they were talking online, she got this strange vibe. As if she could actually sense him, that she knew what it was like to be with him in person.

I'm sorry. I had the volume at a very high level, and the world sort of disappeared.

Celeste knew that, according to societal standards at least, she was attractive, but she didn't quite understand why those standards existed in the first place. Her appearance had nothing to do with the strange creature that she was.