Quotes About Perception

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do. I

This is weird. I knew it would be weird, and it is weird, and I'm telling myself that of course it's weird, but soon it will go back to being something less weird. I know I spent tonight with a girl I'd never met before. But despite that, I still felt like I knew her instantly. Because A was A. It may have been a different body, a different voice, a different size and height. But when she looked at me, it was A. When she talked to me, it was A. How I felt--it was A.

The conclusion I reach: I don't like my body very much, but I'm not sure I'd like anyone else's body any better. They're all strange when you look at them for too long.

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me. (...) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (...) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (...) I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

Insight, n.: How telling that there isn't anything called "outsight," as if language itself knows the direction that wisdom must come from. — David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011)

form of being sad, that OCD is a form of being uptight. They think the soul is sick, not the body. It is, they believe, something that you have some choice over. I know how wrong this is.

Y pienso para mis adentros: «Qué mundo tan maravilloso».

Cuando eres amiga de alguien desde hace tiempo, es fácil pensar que te pertenece, como si la versión de la persona de la que te hiciste amiga fuera la única real. Si de pequeña no le gustaban los guisantes, nunca le gustarán, y si de repente cambia de idea y le encantan, es que se está engañando, ocultando su odio por los guisantes, fingiendo ser alguien que no es.

Esta imperfección me parece bonita.

If we could feel the things we fear ahead of time, we would be traumatized. So instead we venture out thinking we know how things will feel, but knowing nothing of how things will really feel.

Focused on nothing, open to everything- it's a state I fall into, where all my senses swap. 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'm inside myself. I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.

Nothing. Because wasn't that how I felt that day? If you zoom close- if you really get close to someone, if you really get close to yourself- then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments. English becomes math.

Sonhar e amar e transar. Nenhuma dessas coisas é uma identidade. Talvez quando as outras pessoas olham para nós, mas não para nós mesmos.

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.

I need to figure things out. But how can you figure out something that doesn't have a shape? It's the shapeless things - like love, like attraction - that are the hardest to map -Rhiannon

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

My mother once told me that you really know someone when you know their parents.

You say that someday your prince will come. More than anything, you want him to reply, But what if your prince is right under your nose? Instead he says, Well, as long as he's mot one of those deposed princes... You wish he weren't such a prince. You wish he were a frog.

activists are so determined to make the unorthodox normal and vice versa that they manufactured a new term, "cisgender," for a person without gender hang-ups—that is, for a person "whose gender identity corresponds with the sex the person had or was identified as having at birth.

David Foster Wallace: We sit around and bitch about how TV has ruined the audience for reading—when really all it's done is given us the really precious gift of making our job harder.

it is hard for many people to abandon the concept that human beings are angels imprisoned in earthly shells.

Human isn't a scientific concept at all. It's a folk-concept that means, roughly, one of us. As Rorty insightfully observes, such people "are morally offended Ã¢â'¬Â¦ by the suggestion that they treat people whom they do not think of as human as if they were human.

What?' he said. I'm sure he heard me perfectly well, but like most deaf people he's got in the habit of saying 'what?' automatically to every conversational gambit - I notice myself doing it sometimes.

I look at the world and I see absurdity all around me. People do strange things constantly, to the point that, for the most part, we manage not to see it.