Quotes About Perception

My voice is blind, my hearing is mute, my sight is deaf. Art is science, mathematics is conversation, and music is something that bleeds. I am so far away that I am inside myself. I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.

When you opened your eyes, you could see that she was grown up, nearly an adult. But with the same wonder showing in her movements, because that's not something you have to grow out of.

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

I love the idea that an abuse can be negated. And that the things most often disabused are notions.

The sound of the words as they're said is always different from the sound they make when they're heard, because the speaker hears some of the sound from the inside

What are you thinking, Evan? So I told him. Every you, every me. Fractals. Fracturs. I wonder who she is now, I said. So do I, Jack admitted. All the time.

I don't think meaning is something that can be explained. You have to understand it on your own. It's like when you're starting to read...it's that leap, that understanding, that leads to meaning.

Tony knows the names of trees and birds. As we walk around, he points them out to me. I try to record them in my mind, but the information never holds. What matters to me is the emotional meaning of the objects.

If you're not a flaming Filipino dancing queen, they never, ever expect the Asian guy to be asking about gay sex. They always figure you want to talk about math. Or the violin.

I will not let myself think that things are suddenly better. I will not let myself think that we've somehow escaped the us we always end up being. But at the same time, I will not deny what's happening. I will not deny this happiness. Because if happiness feels real, it almost doesn't matter if it's real or not.

How genius to call them thumbnails, because what part of the body tells us less?

Kindness connects to who you are, niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to her, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls.

You don't feel like a stranger to me. I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all.

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing. Noticing the way she smells like oversugared coffee, and the difference between her smile and her photographed smile, and the way she bites her lower lip, and the pale skin of her back. I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance-I don't want to have to acknowledge I am noticing.

We lost track of time because we felt like time had lost track of us.

Even though the liquid is easier to see, you have to learn to appreciate the air.

if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out off the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone's laughing loud about the things they lol.

Unless you count the way the words sink into Neil, the way his life feels a little more solid than it did five minutes before.

It felt a littlel less like a game. A trick. A trap.

That's what makes it a good photograph. You think you know what's going on in her head. but the truth? No matter how good a photograph is, you can never tell what's going on in the person's mind. There's no way to get from here to there.

To swim is to transform yourself into an unnatural creature, to take on an element that should not be your own. To swim is to experience the world differently, or to experience a different world temporarily.

Perhaps it never happened. Perhaps it happened while I was asleep. Most likely, there's no signal event. There's just the steady accumulation of 'awhile'.

It would be too easy to say that i feel invisible. Instead, i feel painfully visible, and enterily ignored.