Quotes About Perception

Jamie replied with what I had come to think of as a "Scottish noise," that indeterminate sound made low in the throat that can be interpreted to mean almost anything. This particular noise seemed to indicate some doubt as to the likelihood of such a desirable outcome.

You want to anchor the scene with physical details, but by and large it's better to use sensual details rather than overtly sexual ones.

On ne pense qu'à quoi ? – Tu sais très bien ce que je veux dire. – Pour ça, oui. Je me demandais simplement... c'est une insulte ou un compliment ? J'ouvris la bouche, puis la refermai, lui renvoyant son regard rêveur. – Si la chaussure sied à ton pied, enfile-la, déclarai-je.

Okay. This has to be a credible threat. Ergo, we have to have seen (and heard about) the real damage Randall has done to Jamie thus far; we have to be in no doubt whatever that he'd do real damage to Claire. We can't just say, "Oh, he's such a nasty person, you wouldn't believe…" We have to believe, and therefore appreciate, just what Jamie is doing when he trades what's left of his life for Claire's.

I had known her long enough, though, to realize that one of Jenny's greatest gifts was her ability to see something with utter clarity—and then to look straight through it, as though it wasn't there.

I was having trouble with the scale of things. A man killed with a musket was just as dead as one killed with a mortar. It was just that the mortar killed impersonally, destroying dozens of men, while the musket was fired by one man who could see the eyes of the one he killed. That made it murder, it seemed to me, not war. How many men to make a war? Enough, perhaps, so they didn't really have to see each other?

Her breath was warm on his cheek, smelling of fried egg.

It's only a moment, but ye feel as though it will last forever. Strange, is it no? he said thoughtfully. Ye can almost see the light go as ye watch - and yet there's no time ye can look and say 'Now! Now it's night.

all, is it not? But

I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn

Tu es belle, me murmura-t-il. - Si tu le dis... - Tu ne me crois pas ? T'ai-je déjà menti ? - Ce n'est pas ça. Je voulais dire que, à partir du moment où tu le dis, ça devient vrai.C'est ton regard qui me rend belle.

If thee thinks the spirit of God is necessarily logical, thee know Him better than I do.

Murtagh was one of those men who always looked a bit startled to find that women had voices

As with all redheads, the color of her hair depended on the light in which one saw her: brown in shadow, blazing in sunlight, and by the light of a low-burning fire, a fall of changing color, sparked with threads of gold.

As for sweeping the floor, polishing the windows, dusting, and general drudgery of that sort Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment?

You can't make a horse do anything. You see what he's going to do and then you tell him to do that, and he thinks it's your idea, so next time you tell him something, he's more likely to do what you tell him.

Claire's hands moved when she talked, rising long and white in the air, as though she would catch the future between them and give it shape, would hand Jamie her thoughts as she spoke them, smooth and polished objects, bits of sculptured air.

Boxing the Jesuit?" Stephan nudged Grey with an elbow, and raised thick blond brows in puzzlement. "Cockroaches? What does this mean, please?" "Ahhh…" Having no notion of the German equivalent of this expression, Grey resorted to a briefly graphic gesture with one hand, looking over his shoulder to be sure that none of the women was watching. "Oh!" Von Namtzen looked mildly startled, but then grinned widely. "I see, yes, very good!

Women, as he had explained to me at the paddock, have no natural appreciation for horses, and are therefore difficult to talk to.

though testing his vision. "Fades a bit sometimes," he explained, "if I'm verra tired. Things

I thought I had not been out for long; I showed no symptoms of concussion or other ill effects from the blow, save a sore patch on the base of my skull. My captor, a man of few words, had responded to my questions, demands and acerbic remarks alike with the all-purpose Scottish noise which can best be rendered phonetically as Mmmmphm. Had I been in any doubt as to him nationality, that sound alone would have been sufficient to remove it.

Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact, so far as professional advancement goes. A

You're, er, quite sizable, aren't you?

No entiendo que la gente no se dé cuenta de que Dios tiene un travieso sentido del humor