Quotes About Perception

It's not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They're basically huge vibrators. With wheels. - Harry Dresden

Ah. Ah! A man of modesty, either so false that it may be true or so true that it seems entirely false. I can see why Bayard speaks so well of you, sir.

Everyone cares about everyone else, so when you get mad and say something horrible, it hurts that much more. And too many things go unsaid. That's the worst, I think. Everyone thinks they know one another better than they probably do, so you fill in the silences with things the other person never actually said. Or thought. Or thought about saying.

Calliope was never still. Even when she was seemingly motionless, he could see her mind at work, sorting ideas, seeking solutions, cataloging the space around her. To see her beauty, one had to see her in motion.

Man sees faces. Sees skin. Flags. Membership lists. Files." He took another large bite, ate it, and said, "God sees hearts.

just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

There is but one reality, that is true -- but the two of you experience it in slightly different ways. The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass, Miss Lancaster.

Life's easier when you can write off others as monsters, as demons, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared. The thing is, you can't do that without becoming them, just a little. Sure

Esmerelda's blue and green eyes could have made Stevie remember being hired by Mister Snuffleupagus, if that was what she wanted.

What I believe doesn't matter, Mr. Dresden. What is important is that a lot of the scum out there believe in it. It affects the way they think and operate. If I could make use of your advice to solve this case, I would, the same as any other law officer.

The eyes are a window to the soul. Literally. Looking someone steadily in the eyes is an uncomfortable, intense experience for anyone. If you don't believe me, pick a stranger sometime, and just go up to them and stare them in the eye until that moment when there's a sudden acknowledgement of lowered barriers, that moment that inspires awkward silences and racing hearts.

Walk up to someone without speaking, and look them in the eyes. There's a certain amount of leeway for a second, or two, or three. And then there's a distinct sensation of sudden contact, of intimacy.

There is but one reality; that is true - but the two of you experience it in slightly different ways. The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass.

But feeling true isn't the same as being true. In fact, feelings don't have very much to do with the truth at all.

They're a bunch of assholes." "And you aren't?" "I'm a different kind of asshole.

but sometimes humans are slow to figure things out, because they are heart-stupid.

The only mirrors we have are other people.

You've played me at my own game, and ably. I thought you capable of nothing but overt action. Clearly I underestimated you." "Don't feel bad," I said. "I mean, I look so stupid.

After all, Bob himself was, essentially, a spiritual creature created from the energy of thought. 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.

Ya te lo dije» preventivos —señalé—. Ahora sí que lo he visto todo.

He looks something like a Caucasian." "Impossible," I said. "He has rhythm and he can dance.

It is good that we cleared the air. Is there anything else you want to say?" I eyed the man and said, "You went blond. It makes you look sort of gay.

Mister Dresden. What happened to your face?" "It's always like this," I said. "I forgot to put on my makeup today.

In real life, the chair doesn't break when you slug somebody with it, the way it does in the movies. The person you hit is the one who breaks.