Quotes About Perception

When she looked down the hall at Anne and at me it was as if she looked straight through us, as if we were nothing but clear panes of Venetian glass and all she wanted to know was what might be beyond. She did not seem to envy us, nor see us as rivals to her father's attention or even as a danger to her mother's place. She saw us as a pair of light women, so insubstantial that the wind might blow us away in a merciful puff. She

For a moment I did not even see the king, I saw only the two of us, bound to be each other's grief

Open those beautiful eyes of yours and tell lies for us." ?

Oricare ar fi limba ce o povesteÈ™te, pe orice melodie ar fi cântat?, tragedia Melusinei e aceasta: b?rbatul îi va promite întotdeauna mai mult decât îi st? în putin?? unei femei pe care n-o poate înÈ›elege

Though the leaves fall from the trees like brown tears, for him everything must be as green as fresh grass, as white as May blossom, as if to convince us all that the seasons are upside down and we are all Tudors now. A

I had a small looking glass on the wall and I stood before it and gazed at my own reflection.

There are things we see with our eyes, sitting high and looking out. And there are things we see with our hearts, sitting still and looking in.

Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.

All things swim and glitter. Our life is not so much threatened as our perception. Ghostlike we glide through nature, and should not know our place again.

Imagination is a form of seeing

For most women, being seen, having others pay attention to you, is imagined and experienced as more desirable and more powerful than commanding an army or seizing control of the means of production and reproduction.

women all over the world envy what they perceive as the "prettier" girl—the prom queen, cheerleader, movie star—whom they view as capable of stealing away male interest and therefore frustrating their own chances for well-funded reproductive success.

Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway. 'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream. 'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully. 'Huh?' said Lester.

Good, because I don't understand anything at all.

How many girls?" Mother asked. "Two, now," Peter answered. "I mean three. Three girls!" He looked quickly at Jake. " Three girls, all right. I counted." Mother studied him curiously.

I sure wasn't going to ask Aunt Sally, because if she told me once that getting your period was like a moth becoming a butterfly, she'd probably say that sexual intercourse was like a deer getting antlers or something.

Boys fell for so many things you wouldn't think they'd believe. It was really incredible. None of her friends back home had been quite so stupid.

She wasn't even supposed to be in fourth grade at all, she was supposed to be in third. Just because she was supposed to be super smart--"precocious," the grown-ups called it--didn't mean he had to like her. Wally began to think that precocious was just about the most awful thing you could possibly be, next to dead.

stares down at her spinach. "It looks like poop," she says.

To me there is no past or future in art. If a work of art cannot live always in the present it must not be considered at all. The art of the Greeks, of the Egyptians, of the great painters who lived in other times, is not an art of the past; perhaps it is more alive today that it ever was.

What is a face really? It's own photo? It's makeup? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.

We all know that art is not truth. Art is the lie that makes us realise the truth

Perhaps the greatest danger of our global community is that the person in LA thinks he knows Cambodia because he's seen The Killing Fields on-screen, and the newcomer from Cambodia thinks he knows LA because he's seen City of Angels on video.

One curiosity of being a foreigner everywhere is that one finds oneself discerning Edens where the locals see only Purgatory.