Quotes About Perception

Remember Carl Jung. Werner Heisenberg. The tenuous nature of reality on the quantum level. Attitude, attitude, attitude!

If an eighty-six-year-old woman has been clear-seeing from a young age, she will have gone through a lot of life developing a keen eye for snares and pitfalls, an ear for deceit, and a good nose for knavery. And by such an age, a smart woman with no illusions is one to whom courage comes far more readily than it does to those young people who don't yet know the world for what it is.

I reminded myself that the heart is deceitful above all things.

Women don't find me as appealing as they do, say, that singer Justin Bieber. But I take comfort from the fact that Justin Bieber wouldn't know how to escape from a walk-in freezer after being chained there by a couple of huge guys in porkpie hats. He couldn't sing his way out of a spot like that; inevitably, he would be a Biebersicle.

Because I can see them, I bridge life and death, and they hope I can open for them the door they are afraid to open for themselves.

Amazement and astonishment express the momentary overwhelming of the mind by something beyond expectation. Amazement is an emotional response, astonishment an intellectual one.

Everyone thinks his family is strange, Del said, scratching Scootie behind the ears, but it's just that... because we're closer to the people we love, we tend to see them through a magnifying glass, through a thicker lens of emotion, and we exaggerate their eccentricities.

I can't allow myself to be wary of one place merely because it reminds me of another place where I almost died, because just about every place reminds me of another place...

Furtive behavior is always noticed and, when noticed, inevitably raises an alarm. On the other hand, a man acting boldly and directly is viewed as honest and harmless, is not remarked upon, and is later forgotten altogether.

Although enlightened people know that an extreme phobia wasn't a form of madness, hey could not help but regard it as odd.

she sees through you and knows your truest heart, but loves you anyway, [...]

I have known her less than twenty-four hours. And the longer I know her, the more she mystifies me. She is perhaps eighteen, almost four years younger than me, but she seems much older. The things she says are often cryptic, though I feel that the meaning would be clear to me if I were wiser than I am.

what we perceive to be coincidences are in fact carefully placed tiles in a mosaic pattern the rest of which we can't apprehend.

Earlier, she asked if I would die for her. Without hesitation, I said that I would—and meant it. I don't understand either my reaction to her or the source of her power. She is something other than she appears to be. She tells me that I already know what she is and that I only need to accept the knowledge that I already possess.

Everyone, Pax believed, was more than she or he appeared to be, and one of the saddest things about the human condition was that most people never realized what talents, capacities, and depth they possessed. That Pogo had taken a full measure of himself must be one reason that Bibi so loved him.

Even as I regarded those two men, I became aware of the flying beams of the spotlights, to the north-east, painting ephemeral infinity symbols across the pregnant clouds that increasingly commanded the sky, of the distant roller-coaster chain clacking through the ratchet angles of the guideway as cars full of riders climbed an incline toward the next long drop, of the dusty smell of the campground, and of the scent of rain pending.

I think there may be more truth in fiction than in real life. Or at least truth condensed so that it's more easily understood.

Maybe it's not a gift. Maybe it's a curse." "It's a gift." Tapping my head, I said, "I've still got the box it came in.

My wife, who is the linchpin of my life, claims that I have a presence much bigger than my physique. She says that people measure me by the impression I make on them. I find this notion ludicrous. It is bullshit born of love.

Maybe if everything was beautiful, nothing would be.

Only old retired coots and gold-digging bimbos live in Florida.

Intuition was the highest form of knowledge, antecedent to all teaching, not reliant on reasoning.

A two-dollar pump. A bitch. A scuz. But gorgeous.

she halts, gripped by the intuitive perception that her island has changed.