Quotes About Perception

It was all so artificial. It was beautiful, but it did not belong to her. She was a tourist, an outsider, and she could only see the thin surface veneer of things; she couldn't get beneath it to the real heart of anything.

I always listen to everything you say. You have very authoritative hair.

Penso, como ele, que a fronteira entre a verdade e a mentira é um caminho no deserto. Os homens dividem-se dos dois lados da fronteira. Quantos há que sabem onde se encontra esse caminho de areia no meio da areia?

Para ti todos os homens são maus? Só as crianças são boas? - Sim. - Então eu também sou maus? - Não - disse Ngnunga- O camarada Professor é capaz de ser ainda um bocado criança, não sei.

Within every beast there's always some beauty!

Some Brazilian bloke called Ayrton Senna da Silva seemed to be doing pretty well driving for Van Diemen. So thinking that this car must be great

Son, as long as you live, Satan will use what you see and what you hear against you.

A bitter awareness that everything is a sensation of mine and at the same time something external, something not in my power to change. Ah, how often my own dreams have raised up before me as things, not to replace reality but to declare themselves its equal

Seeing and hearing are the only noble things in life. The other senses are plebeian and carnal. The only aristocracy is never to touch. Avoid getting close – that's true nobility.

For any spirit of scientific bent, seeing more in something that is actually there is actually to see less. What you add in substance, you take away in spirit.

I'm older than Time and Space because I'm conscious.

How do you know it's true if you don't believe in it? I...huh? How can you understand something you don't believe in? Shin, that doesn't make any sense. That's like saying you can't understand leprechauns unless you believe in them. Do you understand leprechauns? I don't believe in them. There you go.

is reality simply a dream we share?

Emily did not want to believe in ghosts. But she kept seeing them. She had been seeing them ever since she could remember.

figuring out was is real isn't always possible, because our own brains are telling us stories

None of it seemed very real, but I suppose that's the trouble with history. It's the one thing we have to make up for ourselves.

Hawksmoor had often noticed how, in the moments when he first carne upon a corpse, all the objects around it wavered for an instant and became unreal- the trees which rose above a body hidden in woodland, the movement of the river which had washed a body onto its banks, the cars or hedges in a suburban street where a murderer had left a victim, all of these things seemed at such times to be suddenly drained of meaning like an hallucination.

But didn't you know? Everything is made up.

the great advantage of really contemporary fiction is that one finds oneself mirror on every page

the great advantage of really contemporary fiction is that one finds oneself mirrored on every page

He saw the sunlight leave the grass like an eye suddenly closed.

The less you see, the more you can imagine.

It is the nature of humankind to idealize, to indulge in excessive praise as well as unjust condemnation.

What is the sweetness of flowers compared to the savour of dust and confinement?