Quotes About Perception

A whirlwind of panic swept through her as Derek stripped off his white shirt. She switched her gaze to the floor, but not before she had seen how large and formidable his body was, his torso heavily muscled, his chest covered with thick black hair. Silvery scars marked his skin, legacies of his life in the rookery. He was a man of vast experience. All that was new and frightening to her was commonplace to him.

Do you feel any attraction to Lord Lambert? Butterflies swirling inside?" "No, but... I do like his looks..." "It doesn't matter if he's handsome," her sister had said with authority. Cassandra had smiled wryly. "Pandora, it's not as if you married a bridge troll.

I never try to make people feel better by shading the truth one way or the other. I merely relate the facts. How you react to them is your responsibility, not mine.

I've learned that while gossip about others is often true, it's never true when it is about oneself.

I cry too easily," she said in vexation. "I always have. I hate it." "Why?" "It shows weakness." "It shows strength," he said. "Stoic people are the weak ones.

Though Sebastian wasn't looking at her, he could hear the note of childish defiance in her voice, and it caused a wrench in his heart... a heart that he always believed to be nothing more than an efficient muscle.

Amanda Briars was a beautiful woman masquerading as a plain one…she was funny, intelligent, brave, practical, and, most of all, interesting.

I would rather you consider me as a physician, not a lady." "Why must you be one or the other?" Ransom asked reasonably. "You're both. I have no difficulty carrying a lady's bag while at the same time respecting her professional competence.

Anyone who had ever read a novel knew that governesses were supposed to be meek and downtrodden.

Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity. And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?

I don't believe in love," he said. "It's a sugar-coated pill—the first taste is tolerable enough, but you quickly reach the bitter layers beneath.

Lucy waited patiently, knowing that he did want to talk, or he wouldn't have put on such a performance when he came in. Heath's door slamming was always an announcement that a conversation was in order.

No one ever calls me sharp. People always say Pandora's the sharp one." "What do they say about you?" She gave a self-deprecating little laugh. "Usually it's something about my looks." Mr. Severin was silent for a moment. "There's much more to you than that," he said gruffly.

In fact, few landowners of his rank seem to understand what they're facing." "But you and Lord Trenear do?" West grinned suddenly. "No, we don't either. The only difference is, we know it.

We knew you were approaching," Pandora said to Devon, "from all the happy voices we could hear in the entrance hall." "He's not accustomed to people exclaiming happily when he arrives," West said gravely. "Usually they do it when he leaves.

Beatrix had met Christopher Phelan on two occasions, the first at a local dance, where she had judged him to be the most arrogant man in Hampshire. The next time she had met him was at a picnic, where she had revised her opinion: he was the most arrogant man in the entire world.

I'm afraid Helen can't go anywhere at the moment. She's been in bed all day, ill with a nervous condition." His eyes changed, some unfathomable emotion spangling the dark depths. "A nervous condition," he repeated, his voice iced with scorn. "That seems a common complaint among aristocratic ladies. Someday I'd like to know what makes you all so nervous.

Rhys tried to imagine what his mother would make of this subtle, incandescent creature with a mind full of books and music in her fingers. "She'll think you're too pretty. And too soft. She doesn't understand your kind of strength." Helen looked pleased. "You think I'm strong?" "I do," he said without hesitation. "You have a will like a steel blade.

Why does everyone always claim women are illogical when men are a hundred times more so? First they want something, then they don't, then they make irrational decisions based on secrets they won't explain and no one is supposed to question them because a man's word is final.

You're laughing at me." "No, I'm laughing with you, but in a slightly superior way.

Every time she enters the room, we can all hear your heart beating." West felt his color heighten. "Bugger off.

There are three things that everyone expects of an aristocrat," the valet replied, tugging firmly at the pig's collar. "A country house, and a weak chin, and eccentricity.

He's a man, dear,' Amelia explained kindly. 'Sustained thinking is very difficult for them.' 'As opposed to women,' Leo retorted, 'who have the remarkable ability to make decisions without doing any thinking at all.

She's not a lunatic," Daisy told her sister. "She's a New Yorker.