Quotes About Perception

I didn't feel the aimed word hit And go in like a soft bullet.

Nature is talking to us all the time, it's just hearing that's the problem.

explorer, Armand Gamache delved into what people thought, but mostly how they felt. Because that was where actions were conceived. Noble acts. And acts of the greatest cruelty.

People believe what they want to believe," said Reine-Marie. "It's just human nature.

He looked at the canvas and saw bold swirls of reds and greens and yellows. And bright blues. All intermingled. They formed no image. And he got no feeling. He closed his eyes. Paused. When he opened them, he let the painting come to him. To enter through his heart, not his head. With Clara's painting, like all great works of creation, there was more than met the eye.

he even introduced himself as the Asshole Saint,

No one was who they seemed. Everyone was more.

Ironic, really, that from a blind they should suddenly see so clearly.

Things were not as they seemed. The known world was shifting, reforming. Everything he'd taken as a given, a fact, as real and unquestioned, had fallen away. But

All the answers that sprang to mind were true, but there were levels to the truth.

She shifted her seat and shoved the thought aside. After spending most of her life scanning the horizon for slights and threats, genuine and imagined, she knew the real threat to her happiness came not from the dot in the distance, but from looking for it. Expecting it. Waiting for it. And in some cases, creating it. Her father had jokingly accused her of living in the wreckage of her future. Until one day she'd looked deep into his eyes and saw he wasn't joking.

Gamache wondered how low the bar was set when all a man had to do to attract a woman was not smell of decomposing bears.

I have seen flowers come in stony places, And kind things done by men with ugly faces,' Gamache said,

Change the facts and you'll change the feelings.

How'd he know there was a but? Not for the first time Beauvoir hoped Gamache couldn't actually read his mind. There was a lot of junk up there. As his grandfather used to say, 'You don't want to go into your head alone, mon petit. It's a very scary place.

Scientists might appear rational, but they were in fact completely at the mercy of their emotions. Because most never learned to face them.

She'd found that most boys, even some not very bright men, understimated women.

His skin was pocked and ruddy, his nose large and misshapen, red and veined as though he'd snorted, and retained, Burgundy. His teeth protruded, yellowed and confused, heading this way and that in his mouth. His eyes were small and slightly crossed. A lazy eye, thought Gamache. What used to be known as an evil eye, in darker times when men like this found themselves at best cast out of polite society and at worst tied to a stake.

When he looked at her he didn't see the wild, untamable hair, the billowing frocks, the Dollar-rama store horn-rimmed spectacles. No. He saw his safe harbor.

Gamache again marveled at the people who chose to live in this area. Was Margaret Atwood a garbage collector perhaps? Or maybe Prime Minister Mulroney had picked up a second career delivering the mai. No one was who they seemed. Everone was more.

One thing Gamache knew for sure. Little Frederick Lawson had not picked up his stick, pointed it, and slaughtered a village filled with old men, and women and children. So how did one become the other? How did a nine-year-old boy acting out heroics become a twenty-year-old man committing an atrocity?

Billy learned that trees had feelings and personalities of their own.

People believe what they want to believe. Beginning with their own lies." "Hell is the truth seen too late," said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. "Thomas Hobbes.

She leaned in closer and saw there was a sticker attached to the mirror. On it was written, 'You're looking at the problem.' Nichol immediately began searching the area behind her, the area reflected in the mirror, because the problem was there.