Quotes About Perception

About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, Harry. I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, I sense... I narrowed my eyes. Say it. You know you want to say it. It is not a disturbance in the Force, she said, her voice half-exasperated.

I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.

There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.

Well, I never been to much school, you understand, but it seems to me that you're assuming something you shouldn't assume... that God sees the world like you do; one thing at a time, from just one spot. Seems to me that he's supposed to be everywhere, know everything. ...Think about that; he knows what you're feeling, how you're hurting. Feels my pain, your pain like it was his own. Hell son, the question isn't how God could care about just one person; question is, how could he not?

The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level ? there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures in the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort.

Those who deal in magic learn to see the world in a slightly differnt light than everybody else.you gain a perspective you had considered before. A way of thinking that would never have occurred to you with out exposure to the things a wizard sees and hears.When you look in to some ones eyes you see them in that other light and for just a second they see you in the same way.

Open eyes are of little use when the mind behind them is closed.

Lacuna peered at my shirt. Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer? No. Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else's weapon dealer?

They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we've got nothing, nothing at all, on women .

The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.

I love watching him think, Maeve told Lily. You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

Susan smiled at me, giving Molly the Female Once-Over - a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be. Men have a parallel process, but it's binary: Does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me?

I like to think of it less as embezzling and more as an involuntary goodwill contribution.

No," she said. "You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore." She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. "And this sure as hell isn't pottery class.

It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.

Mac folded his arms on the bar and looked at me intently and said, in a resonant baritone, You've got to be very careful, Harry. I looked at him, shocked. He'd...used grammar.

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, You are an untidy person.

An inferior sense of smell, Marcus said, as if absolutely nothing of significance had happened, is distinct from being told that one smells unpleasant.

People always equate beauty with good, but it just ain't so.

A more capable cat is never impressed by a less capable cat.

What's with that?" Butters screamed, his voice high and frightened. "Just covering his head with his arms? Didn't he see the lawyer in the movie?

Sanya told you about his beliefs.' I felt the corners of my mouth start to twinge as another smile threatened. 'Yeah.' Shiro let out a pleased snort. 'Sanya is a good man.' 'I just don't get why he'd be recruited as a Knight of the Cross.' Shiro looked at me over the glasses, chewing. After a while, he sad, 'Man sees faces. Sees skin. Flags. Membership lists. Files.' He took another large bite, ate it, and said, 'God sees hearts.

I hate it when the real world ignores a perfectly logical, rational assumption.

I poke at my skull with a finger. It didn't feel soft or anything. I didn't feel insane. But if you'd really lost it, would you have enough left to know? Crazy people never thought they were crazy. I've always talked to things, I said. And to myself. Good point, myself agreed with me. Unless that means you've been nuts all along. I don't need wiseass remarks, I told myself severely. There's work to do. So shut up.