Quotes About Perception

It seemed weird to me that he'd spent his Christmas alone Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and had seemed to like it. He hadn't seemed to think anyone should feel sorry for him about that, either.

I had a hard time picturing my father in high school. My father never gave any indication that he'd once been young. Gem, on the other hand, wore all of the ages she'd ever been at the same time. I could trust that.

You don't feel like a stranger to me.   I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all. I

I KNOW! Your name is Beckham, isn't it?

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing Fuck

I know it won't work and it doesn't work because some things you don't need to hear in order to hear. The mind has an ear of its own and sometimes memory is the fiercest fucking DJ alive.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing And I'm moved, it's so beautiful.

She smells like marijuana smoke. It's not a bad smell. Just a sad one.

And I find myself saying, "It wasn't really about her." And finding it's true. "What do you mean?" Norah asks. "It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love." Norah

There are certain things a girl just knows, like that a fourth minute on a punk song is a bad, bad idea

And once I'm pretending that's the truth, I figure it might as well be the truth.

But it kept being out there, and the thing was, even though I really liked her as a person, I didn't really think I liked her as a girl, because when you like a girl, there's this ignition—you can feel it—and with her, there wasn't any ignition, just conversation and hanging out and shit.

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint—ask yourself who wrote them.

It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love." Norah

when you turn a short span of time into a "season," you create an echo chamber for all of its associations

Just because a person is beautiful doesn't mean there's no soul beneath. Doesn

Because I don't want to," I said. "Not because of the way she is now—I know that's not what she's like. There was no way it was going to be as easy as the notebook. I get that now.

Why do girls always fall for guys with the attention span of drosophila?

That's funny. I've always liked Naomi's version of me the best. I'm always much more interesting when she talks about me.

I notice her the way you notice the differences in someone who's been away a long time. And it hasn't been a long time. It's only been long for us.

I'm saying you have me nestled so comfortingly in your idea of who I am, you have no idea who I actually am.

Why do you lie I ask her. To block the truth. Fair enough. Naomi goes on. Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.

Was it possible to measure what the heart felt?