Quotes About Perception

For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can't tell a live cat from a dead cat.

the secret to being a villain was believing yourself to be a victim.

SECRET #4 Something can stare you in the face and you still can't see it. Better take another gander.

Thierry had no idea why they were called French doors. His native countrymen weren't stupid enough to put them in their homes.

Yours is... il sent comme lavande." Is that French for 'You stink'?" It means 'lavender'." Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.

Toti knew, someone with a strong sense

She had transferred to La Brea High School less than six months ago, and the guys there never did more than smile or ask her to dance. She could feel them looking at her when she walked down the hallways, but when she caught their glances, they looked away. Perhaps they saw the gangster in her eyes or in the curl of her lips. Veto had said she was like a jaguar; her show of teeth was a warning, not a smile. She was probably scaring the guys away without even knowing it.

Tianna gingerly touched her eyes, nose, and lips. She was startlingly beautiful. "Wow," she whispered, and brushed her fingers through her long silky black hair. Not many people ever got to see themselves as a stranger would. There was no prejudice in her vision or modesty imposed from a lifetime of living with her face and body. She could honestly say she was stunning. No wonder the guys were turning their heads, and the girls, too. She was a knockout.

Maybe hallucinations are just another reality that we don't see most of the time

You can't fool a child. She would sense the lack of warmth between us, feel the resentment, and hear the silences . . .

Things aren't always as they seem. But then, sometimes they're exactly as they seem.

Although we perceive science as an ultimate truth, science is finally just a story, told in installments.

We create space and time on the surface of our retinas.

Although thoroughly discredited and defanged, the Bund, in the public mind,

She was thinking that the grass really could be greener on the other side of the fence. It depended on who wa standing in the grass. Maybe you had to go take a look

Whatever her name was, she was pretty. She had a thick, careless braid of chestnut hair, a quick smile, and dark, merry eyes. She wore some kind of a fuzzy lavender pullover, and when she crossed her legs and lifted her guitar onto her lap, she had an interesting way of tucking the foot of the bottom leg back under her chair that made Hector feel melty. He looked away in self-preservation.

Many girls at school were infatuated with his shallow athletic splendor and his golden handsome features that were biologically inherited and had nothing to do with the kind of person he might actually be.

His fingertips lightly and unintentionally grazed her face and her ears, and Debbie's don't-get-in-trouble self felt itself making room for her alert-alert-something-new-is-happening self.

If the ending is messy, one doesn't remember anything good about any of it.

Nothing is as horrendous as imagining the times of happiness from an environment which is that of hell.

But living amid so many words, I overestimated their power and breadth. The world does not turn on words alone; it only seems to if the eye and mind are saturated with them.

Yet I have come to distrust book jackets calculated to prick desire like a Bloomingdale's window, as if you could wear what you read.

Reality disappoints regularly. When people are supposed to have fun, it's likely they won't, because fun can't live up to its image. Does anything live up to its image?

Before 1802, cirrus, cumulus, and altostratus clouds hadn't been given names. Untitled before 1802, the shapes were present in the sky, ethereal or ephemeral, presumably since the big bang, but un-designated, until they needed to be. Why then? The world hasn't been fully seen, until it is named.