Quotes About Perception

He was actually capable of dressing himself, though both he and Tom acted on the tacit assumption that he wasn't. But what he missed most at the moment was the sense of solemn ceremony that attended Tom's dressing him in full uniform. It was as though he assumed a different persona with scarlet coat and gold lace, Tom's respect giving him belief in his own authority, as though he put on not only uniform but armor and office.

His half-visible presence reminded me faintly of Jamie; he was nearly as tall as his uncle, and very nearly as strong, though still lean and gangling with adolescence. We

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I have noticed," she said slowly, "that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is—in the blink of an eye, the mother can see the child

The door opened again a few minutes later, and Jamie emerged, no more than six feet away. His mask of cool reserve was in place, but I knew him well enough to see the marks of a strong emotion under it. But while I could see it, I couldn't interpret it. Excitement? Apprehension? Fear and joy mingled? Something else? I had simply never seen him look that way before.

Christ," he said in an undertone, bending down so I could hear him. "And she's been a woman less than a full day, too! Have ye been givin' her lessons, Sassenach, or are women just born wi' it?" "Natural talent, I expect

She turned another page. "If everyone can do it, it's science. If only a few can, then it's witchcraft, or superstition, or whatever you like to call it," she said. "But it's real." She looked up at me, green eyes bright as a snake's over the crumbling book. "We're real, Claire—you and me. And special. Have ye never asked yourself why?" I

She's goin' about now bare as a wee lassie?" "She says," I replied delicately, "that men find it erotic.

If Jamie could take Lord John Grey as a lover, and hide it from me, he wasn't remotely the man I thought he was. There had to be some other explanation.

If everyone can do it, it's science. If only a few can, then it's witchcraft, or superstition, or whatever you like to call it, she said. But it's real.

Echada en el suelo, con los paneles tallados del techo parpadeando tenuemente sobre mí, me encontré pensando que, hasta entonces, siempre había creído que la tendencia a desmayarse de las mujeres del siglo XVIII se debía a los corsés apretados. Pero no, se debía a la estupidez de los hombres de aquel siglo.

Eejit," Ian said. "What did ye tell her that for? Now she thinks ye're a Jew." Jamie's mouth fell open in shock. "What, me? How, then?" he demanded, looking down at himself. He'd meant his Highland dress, but Ian looked critically at him and shook his head.

She felt his eyes on her, and returned his stare, unblinking. "I should say they'd find her handsome, though; they do like a woman as is sweetly plump.

You've got a big willy, Uncle John," Adam observed. "About the usual for a grown man, I think. Though I believe it's given fairly general satisfaction.

I assure you, Mother," he said dryly, "you are undoubtedly the most interesting woman I've ever met." She snorted briefly and gave him a direct look. "I suppose that's why you haven't yet married, is it?" "I didn't think a wife needed to be interesting," he replied, with some honesty. "Most of the ones I know certainly aren't.

I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ am not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it is only an effort to reconcile my memories of last night with the Ã¢â'¬Â¦ er Ã¢â'¬Â¦ actuality of the experience?

It's a wise man who kens the limits of his knowledge

When you write it down…" he said. "Does that make it—whatever it is—real again? Or does the act of putting it into words make it unreal? You know, something…separate from yourself.

Sassenach I might be to him, but not English.

And here I thought I married you because ye had a fair face and a fine fat arse.

To know something was one thing - to be told another entirely. But I knew that

Well, let them look, he thought, quelling the urge. It only matters if she's looking back, aye? He

Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair. Quarry's voice spoke in Grey's memory. He was not; he recognized them at once in the depths of Fraser's eyes.

turned my back to dip the cloth into the bowl, and said offhandedly over my shoulder, "Er, I did my legs, too." I stole a quick glance over my shoulder. The original shock was fading into a look of total bewilderment. "Your legs dinna smell like anything," he said. "Unless you've been walkin' knee-deep in the cow-byre.