Quotes About Perception

When the elevator doors open there is only one other person inside it, a homeless man with electric blue sunglasses and six plastic grocery bags filled with rags. Close the doors, dammit, he yells as soon as we step inside. Can't you see I'm blind? [...] From the back, the homeless man shoves between us, his bounty rustling in his arms. Stop yelling, he shouts. though we stand in utter silence. Can't you tell that I'm deaf?

So you see, this is why I never told my story. If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand.

What people said they would do and what people actually did were two very different things.

A child who believed in fairy tales. Not the silly Disney ones your mother read to you, but the ones with blood and thorns, with girls who knew that love could kill you just as often as it could set you free.

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

You can feel people staring; it's like heat that rises from the pavement during summer, like a poker in the small of your back. You don't have to hear a whisper, either, to know that it's about you.

He doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

She did not understand this but then there was much in the world she did not understand. Raw love, like raw heartache could blindside you. It could make you forget what you did not know to focus exclusively on those few pieces you could commit to heart.

It seemed to him that if you planted the seed of doubt in people's minds, they were more likely to take a look at new growth and yank it out by its roots as a potential weed, when it could very well have turned into something as harmless as a daisy.

It was hard to separate the fact from the fiction...

I used to wonder about the fake pictures that came in frames you buy at the store—ladies with smooth brown hair and show-me smiles, grapefruit-headed babies on their sibling's knees—people who in real life probably were strangers brought together by a talent scout to be a phony family. Maybe it's not so different from real photos, after all.

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so. In fact, sometimes I was sure that the reason people stared at you with your crutches and wheelchair had nothing to do with your disabilities, and everything to do with the fact that you had abilities they only dreamed of.

People are never who they seem to be

I wouldn't know what being in love felt like if it hit me in the face

This is why I never told my story... If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand..

The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation, and to others, like a pearl.

You can put a pig in a ball gown, Minka. That doesn't make it a debutante.

It was Mark Twain who noticed that, in German, the noun for fish is masculine, the one for fish scales is feminine, and the word for fishwife is neuter. These are the thoughts that go through

Me, I like him because of one of Rocco's other things: he doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul.

Motinyst? nuspalvino Leis?s gyvenim? ryškesn?mis spalvomis; ji netilpdavo savam kaily nuo suvokimo, kad jos gyvenimas n? negal?t? b?ti sklidinesnis. Nesuprasdavo anuomet, kad kai tavo vizija esti tokia ryški ir tikroviška, gali ja susižeisti. Kad tik patyrusi toki? pilnatv? gali iki galo suprasti, kaip skauda jausti tuštum?.

Don't think I'm a bad mother. I'm just a realistic one. I knew that Jacob was handsome, funny, and so smart it sometimes left me reeling. It was hard though for others to see him in that light. To them, he just seemed odd.

Saugumas-tik miražas; vargu ar turi reikšm?s, kad esi pririštas, jei kitas lyno galas atsirišo.