Quotes About Perception

man will always promise more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.

I looked over to Anne. She was untying her mask and watching me with a long calculating look, the Boleyn look, the Howard look that says: what has happened here, and how may I turn it to my advantage? It was as if under her golden mask was another beautiful mask of skin, and only beneath that was the real woman.

It's not magic. It's what any slut does if she has her wits about her.

So he left her, because in his heart he feared that she was a woman with a divided nature—and he did not realize that all women are creatures of divided nature.

If a writer believes that women do nothing, then he will have to fantasize about their lives to make a good story. If a writer believes that women are weak, rivalrous, and moody, then she will produce an account of them in which they cannot work together, or be trusted. But I know from my reading and from my own life that women are powerful agents of change who can collaborate together, who may love each other, and I base my story on the reality. But

However heart-stopping his smile and however honest his eyes, however much I think of him as a boy fired to greatness by his own ambition, I cannot trust him.

He has such kind eyes." "Certainly he has eyes, but they do not have the power of emotion, only of sight.

He shrugged. "Whatever does it mean? We write poems about it all day and sing songs about it all night but if there is such a thing in real life I'm damned if I know.

Si soy una mujer honorable, debo ser tan honorable como es honorable un hombre: sin importar lo que me ponga ni cómo me vea. Se trata del respeto que me tengo, no de la forma en la que el mundo me ve, ni de lo que suceda.

Tal vez hay un Dios que es como la luz del fuego, pero todo lo que podemos ver son las sombras que nosotros mismos proyectamos cuando caminamos frente al fuego. Entonces vemos grandes sombras moviéndose y creemos que son Dios, pero en realidad no son más que nuestras propias siluetas.

I knew that I was smiling her smile, that she was a dark mirror to me.

Meluzina tragédiája – bármilyen nyelv beszélje is el, bármilyen dallam énekelje is meg – az, hogy egy férfi mindig többet ígér, mint amennyit tenni képes egy nÅ'ért, akit nem tud megérteni.

A ficção como sempre, ocupa um lugar secundário face à História; as mulheres reais são sempre mais complexas e mais contraditórias do que as heroínas de um romance, tal como as mulheres reais dos nossos tempos, como as de então, são muitas vezes maiores do que o retrato que delas se faz, por vezes maiores do que o mundo quer que sejam.

I stood beside the queen's chair and knew that any man looking from her to me would think that she was a fine woman, but old enough to be my mother, while I was a woman of only fourteen, a woman ready to fall in love, a woman ready to feel desire, a precocious woman, a flowering girl. The

I saw his glance flick over me, like a horse trader assessing the value of a filly. Whenever I looked up the king's eyes were on me, whenever I looked away I was conscious of his stare still on my face. When

The truth is the last thing that matters, she said. And you can believe one thing of the truth and me: I keep it well hidden, inside my heart.

I know I am a better woman than her. She's ice and ambition, and she would see you on the gallows before surrendering her ambition. And I know that in me he has a lover who loves him for himself. But Anne has dazzled him, and dazzled the court, and dazzled even you.

A title like 'the Lady,' for those who are too mealymouthed to call a whore a whore.

He is smiling proudly, his face flushed, thinking that she is enjoying the sight of her son, her adored only son, in his wedding bed, a beautiful bride, a true princess, beside him. Only I understand that the sight of me, with his shoulder under my cheek, smiling in his bed, is eating her up with jealousy as if a wolf had hold of her belly.

You can always tell a pretty girl by the way she walks. A pretty girl walks like she owns the world.

in the mirror. Her breasts were inches higher than their usual position, it

Any triumph she has is halved if I am not there to see it. And anything that goes wrong for me, any slight or humiliation, she is quick to perceive and she would even be quick to revenge—oh!—but inside her heart is singing to know that I have taken a blow.

Militant might in women is named as unfeminine aggression; scholarship in women is diminished into a domestic art. Religious life is viewed as sexual chastity rather than spiritual awakening to an international philosophy.

I can tell you my heart turned to stone at York," he says to me frankly. "Freezing cold wind and a rain that could cut through you, and the faces of the women like stone itself. They looked at me as if I had personally murdered their only son. You know what they're like—they love Richard as dearly as if he rode out only yesterday. Why do they do that? Why do they cling to him still?