Quotes About Perception

Ian was living in fairyland and in our own way we all helped him to stay there.

Music does propagate myths and people have tried to make that myth more than it was.

Most people felt either drawn to Ian or rejected by him, depending on how they interpreted his demeanour. He is described by Mike Kelly, a childhood acquaintance who lived nearby, as a person one would cross the road to avoid, merely because his eyes said: 'Stay Away'.

The people who hate us can't see through the wall.

Even before you've gone anywhere, you feel like you've gone somewhere

One thing you have to give up is attaching importance to what people see in you. —JEANNE MOREAU

Thomas Jefferson took one look at permissive Parisian women and, comparing them to pious American maidens, declared: "A comparison of amazons to angels!" (Too bad he didn't live long enough to meet Britney Spears.)

I'm a woman. Forty-five in female years (which is about a hundred and thirty in male years - bastards).

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve . . . —Unknown

Men got better with age, like wine. Women, on the other hand, were like cheese- aged was good to a degree, then came the mold and the inevitable casting aside.

A lie told often enough becomes the truth. —Vladimir Lenin

She hated Mr. Meanie. But she'd gotten to know him and they'd reached an understanding of sorts. Now she was to have him for supper. Don't tell me you're feeling guilty? Breaking off a piece of the wing, she brought it to her lips and took a bite. It did taste good. Very good. I wonder if all grouchy males are this palatable. Drew choked. She looked up, tilting her head. Are you all right? He turned a dull red. Eat your supper, Connie.

Thought you didn't like red hair. One of Drew's dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma's shoulder. Must have me confused with someone else, but I'm not surprised. Seems to happen to most of the older set at some point or other.

Look. Isn't he beautiful? Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that? Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.

Oh, they'll never believe a woman could solve such puzzles. They'll just assume I'm humoring you by editing it myself and allowing you to put your name to it. She raised her eyebrows. But you wouldn't be. He humphed. They'll never hear me admit it. I will, she said, a smile curving her lips. He shrugged. They'll believe me, not you.

Let's talk about the homoerotic undertones in sports, she said. Paul thrust his head forward as if he hadn't heard right. Excuse me?

Sanat s?n?r?larda cereyan eden bir tür deneydir.

Again from a distance, Sukie was once again struck by her mother's chic and how different things can seem from far away, how there's more than one truth, the faraway truth and the truth close up.

I was always decoding. I was hyperalert. Being hyperalert is a lasting thing. Being a watcher. Noticing emotional shirts, infinitesimally small tremors that flit over another person's face, the jab in a seemingly innocuous word, the quickening in a walk, an abrupt gesture - the way, say, a jacket is tossed over a chair.

A man doesn't recognize his own wife. Because she's happy.

People care about what newspapers tell them to care about.

Prayers are always answered. Whether we like the answers or even recognize them is altogether another matter. Sounds

I am a book I neither wrote nor read.

the knowledge of true danger may cure us of false fears