Quotes About Perception

Do I have clueless tattooed across my forehead? Narrowing my eyes,I leaned toward him. Yeah,I think maybe you do.

I do not refute the divine, but only its false depiction, and my thinking is maligned by any who say otherwise.

How wrong she'd been, to believe a mind could reign over anything. For it did not reign even over itself . . . and despite all the arguments of all the philosophers, Ester now saw that thought proved nothing.

You English can't give a compliment. Not a real one. You don't know how to do it.

Yet what does harm," she said, "is not what truly merits a man's anger, but what he seizes on instead.

He would survive working with Helen Watt—even as the thought occurred to him, he recognized it as a stroke of genius—by pretending she was a different sort of person. He would act as though she were a woman with a sense of humor.

Thomas watched wealth, it struck Ester, the way some men watched a sunset.

It's getting old"—he said—"your stoic-Britons-confront-the-impatient-American thing.

Something about him, it was true, did seem to make certain people angry. Certain women. He generally found it amusing.

Why, when the rabbis wished to understand God's will or Augustine the construction of man's soul, did they not reason as Descartes did, taking nothing as given? Must true inquiry proceed from texts and traditions already established, or could the mind on its own perceive all it needed to fathom the world? And which path of inquiry led more straightly to truth? The

This is what you Americans do all day, is it? Sit about confessing things. What a rotten influence you are!

Then must we abandon our accustomed notion of a woman's kindness, and forge a new one.

two people: the one inside that was the truth, and the one outside that almost everyone believed him to be.

She's sad in the way Laura wears glasses and Max has freckles and Beth is retarded. There's no reason, it's just the way it is.

The terrible poetry of human nudity, I understand it at last, I who tremble for the first time in trying to read it with blasé eyes.

Ah! A man who doesn't know how to watch love is so silly. You really need a lesson.

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

And so blinded was she by those gleams of glory which the stars fling into the eyes of young lovers, that she saw perfection where none existed... p146

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that seeing nothing it might avoid Truth. It said to itself: 'If seeing's believing, then I don't want to see -- if silence is golden, it is also, in this case, very expedient.

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.' 'Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. And that was all his patrimony.

Truth is so often disconcerting.

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