Quotes About Perception

I catalog the breadth of his shoulders, the damp curls at the nape of his neck; the way the tendons in his forearms shift and play as he scrolls through his texts. It's shocking, sometimes, to be confronted with this when a second ago he sat on my shoulders, trying to pull down a star and unravel a thread of the night.

MY MOTHER USED to say that blue eyes were bad luck, because you could see everything that a blue-eyed person was thinking, but I didn't heed the warning the first time I met Wyatt Armstrong.

I know what love is, but only theoretically. I don't feel it the way other people do.

The people we define as crazy just might be more sane than you and me.

Things don't always look as they seem. Make of it what you will.

Happiness wasn't just what you reported; it was also how you chose to remember.

Every baby is born beautiful. It's what we project on them that makes them ugly.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask...with nothing beneath it?

When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound. You

But it is exactly because I was a writer that I could never do it. The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet?

How many exceptions do there have to be before you start to realize that maybe the truths you've been told aren't actually true?

You can stare right at something and not see what lies beneath the surface.

Only the liar knows if he's lying

it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

Recollections are in the eye of the beholder; no two held up side by side will ever quite match.

I remember reading a novel once that said the native Alaskans who came in contact with the white missionaries thought, at first, they were ghosts. And why shouldn't they have thought that? Like ghosts, white people move effortlessly through through boundaries and borders. Like ghosts, we can be anywhere we want to be.

every baby is born beautiful. It's what we project on them that makes them ugly.

Nella natura selvaggia non ci sono le fiabe, non c'è la storia della Cenerentola. Il lupo di rango inferiore che sembra salire in cima al branco in realtà era sempre stato un alfa.

slowly in the tide of our opinions, oblivious that we are taking on water every time we open our mouths.

My sister likes to play the victim. We've had some pretty heated exchanges about that before. If you don't want to be seen as a stereotype, then the way I see it, don't be one. But to my sister, that means playing a white man's game, and being who they want her to be, instead of being unapologetically herself.

One person's disability is another person's culture." As

not for the first time I think that someone's enterprising idea of therapy is another person's frustrated hell.

Everyone comes with a label, it's up to you to peel it off.

Could something that looked so wrong on the outside turn out to be undeniably right? My