Quotes About Perception

No two readers read the same book, because we all see the words through different eyes, filter the story through different life experiences

The funny thing about having people believe good things about you is that, without even realizing it, you want to make those things true.

Maybe grace was all around me, bubbling through, passing under my feet, and I'd never seen it because I'd never tried to see.

If Satan has toeholds that allow him to claw and climb from the underworld to this one, they lie in our failure to see ourselves in others.

It's funny how family histories seem to differ, depending on whom you ask.

You can dress a toad in lace, but the minute you let it go, it'll still poop on your porch.

Kay," I whispered, and I wondered why sometimes the people you wish you could understand the most are the ones you can't understand at all.

Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand.

It's funny how from seventeen to seventy can be the blink of an eye, all of a sudden.

think. The great thing about literature is that it's subjective. No two readers read the same book, because we all see the words through different eyes, filter the story through different life experiences.

We're given carefully spun answers to questions

A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw, the less he spoke; The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why aren't we like that wise old bird?

funny how what you're used to seems like it's right even if it's bad.

How sad, I think now, to live an entire life blinded by the ordinary.

I was struck again by the fact that, for all appearances, this was a beautiful life. A perfect life. It's so easy to make assumptions, passing by other people's homes at a distance.

To look at me now, you would think I'd never understood the secret. This music of old age...it isn't made for dancing. It's so...lonely. You're a burden to everyone.

She changed the general perception that orphans were damaged goods.

I would have lived more fully in the moment, realize how easily a perfect day can slip by unnoticed. Any day is the glory day if you choose to see the glory in it

Gus and I talk about girls a lot, but we can't figure them out. They are so confusing. Like, if you look at them, they get mad. And if you don't look at them, they get mad. And if you're nice to them, they think you like them. And if you're mean to them, they think you like them. And if you do like them, they think you hate them.

What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don't know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches.

What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives.

I search the language for a word to tell you how red is red.

What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a back, the table four stout legs which will never suffer fatigue.

Still, when your truthful eyes, your keen, attentive stare, endow the vacuous slut with royalty, when you match her soul to her shimmering hair, what can she do but rise to your imagined throne? And what can I, but see beyond the world that is, when, faithful, you insist I have the golden key-- and learn from you once more the terror and the bliss, the world as it might be?