Quotes About Perception

No one believing you is a symptom of telling the truth.

Even in sleep, dreamily I leap from the top stair to grab the arrow about to pierce my father's chest. I saved him I think for a moment then the feeling, no, that isn't so.

There is an old saying, 'It takes one to know one.' We see in others what we like and don't like in ourselves. If we embrace these parts of ourselves we will be able to see others as they are, not as we see them through our cloud of projection.

It was unnerving. She'd looked at him and had the uncontrollable urge to weep. Thus far she'd managed to control her emotions. Thank God. She didn't even want to imagine what he would think of her if she started weeping for absolutely no reason.

She kept thinking about their meal at Zorba's. The recipes were the same as they'd been years ago, but the experience wasn't.

Color is a feeling for me. I work by feeling! —Tina, Freia Handpaint Yarns

I kissed her." His words were met with silence and then, "How was it?" "On a scale of one to ten, it was about a hundred.

Men seemed to assume that because they could change their own oil and hook up a TV by themselves, they were naturally superior to women.

if he'd learned anything in his four-year marriage it was that women were rarely practical when it came to matters of the heart.

Men have a hard time just dealing with a simple cold. If God had left procreation up to the male of the species, humanity would've died out with Adam.

Women are more sensitive than men.

He's a man, after all. They want to know what they believe they need to know, which is minimal because they are raw, uncivilized, unrefined animals. They talk endlessly about themselves and puff up their chests. Give him the basics, off he goes.

I wish you and Dad had known him the way I did," she said wistfully. "He's such a contradiction. Rough and surly on the outside, but gentle and compassionate on the inside." "It sounds as though you're describing your father." She pondered her mother's words. "Nolan is a lot like Daddy. Principled and proud. Independent to a fault. I didn't realize that in the beginning, only later.

Who could help laughing at a group of people who heatedly declared that God was dead and clung to the belief that Elvis was alive?

When we worry," Drew continued, "we take reality and move it into the realm of fiction. What is real is transferred into the land of monsters and dragons, which seem far bigger and more frightening than they really are.

she inhaled deeply and nearly choked. It tasted like shit.

now? When she looked at herself she saw her outside changing, growing older, while inside she still felt young. Aging was a strange thing—made you feel like you were wearing a striped shirt and plaid pants. Mismatched. Because you never felt as old inside as you looked on the outside.

All I need to do is open my eyes.

I guessed all along that Macy was the one

I have listened to the longest-faced women trying to assure me that they do indeed have the joy of the Lord, and I sat there wondering where in the world they were hiding it. The

Other mysteries have been untangled. Redheads are known to feel pain especially acutely. This confused researchers until someone realized that the same genetic mutation that causes red hair also increases sensitivity to pain. One study found that redheaded patients require about 20 percent more general anesthesia than brunettes.

My truth she'd said to him. What the hell is truth anyway Two separate questions yes. But not wholly unrelated. For truth no matter the modifier is always intrinsically modified.

I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.

I stop to change my film. Without the camera to shield my eyes, I start to feel weak. Queasy. The room tilts. I see the heart lying there, inert and cold. I see the women shoving it back inside the chest cavity... I picture the cavity behind my eyes, and instead of a brain I imagine an enormous roll of film, winding maniacally inside a bloodless metallic skull. A simple recording device, nothing more.