Quotes About Perception

He had a body like coat hangers - the perfect body to hang clothes on. Stripped, he had barely a body at all.

What wouldn't you believe when you were four, and your mom was the manager of your so-called memories?

What woman wants to hear someone say what her husband is thinking? What guy is going to be happy hearing what's on his wife's mind?

Imaginer les choses vaut mieux que se les rappeler », avait écrit Garp.

YOU HAVE REALLY MISJUDGED THEM," he lectured me. "PERHAPS WHAT YOU CALL THEIR WILDNESS IS JUST A MATTER OF LACK OF DIRECTION. SOMEONE HAS TO GIVE ANY GROUP OF PEOPLE DIRECTION, YOU KNOW.

I will tell you what is my overriding perception of the last twenty years: that we are a civilization careening toward a succession of anticlimaxes—toward an infinity of unsatisfying and disagreeable endings. The wholly anticlimactic, unsatisfying, and disagreeable news that the Rev. Lewis Merrill was my father—not to mention the death of Owen Meany—is just one example of the condition of universal disappointment

that was exactly what I thought Owen Meany was, "brilliant but preposterous." As time went on—as you shall see—maybe not so preposterous.

And more than beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I was thinking, when I looked back—up the nighttime mountain—at the wrecked train, lying in the snow.

was Owen Meany who told me that only white men are vain enough to believe that human beings are unique because we have souls. According to Owen, Watahantowet knew better. Watahantowet believed that animals had souls, and that even the much-abused Squamscott River had a soul—Watahantowet knew that the land he sold to my ancestors was absolutely full of spirits.

for had the boy seen what Lindberg meant by a personalized version of Alice's Rose of Jericho, he might have realized that there were other things that were not as they seemed.

Lupe's language was incomprehensible—what came out of her mouth didn't even sound like Spanish.

Her posture, which was generally excellent, crumpled; for a moment, Jack was almost as tall as she was.

Whereas she wished more of the population were better educated, she also believed that education was largely wasted on the majority of people she had met.

WHY SHOULD SOMEONE WHO'S GOT SUCH A WORKED-OUT WAY OF SEEING THE WORLD BORE YOU? WHY SHOULDN'T YOU BE INTERESTED IN SOMEONE WHO'S WORKED OUT A WAY TO SEE THE WORLD? THAT'S WHAT MAKES WRITERS INTERESTING!

Things often are as they appear.

what other sort of woman would be out at that time by herself?

I said, I'm talking to you!" "No, you aren't," she said, continuing to walk through the mud. "If you were talking to me, you'd use my real name." Picking up his pace, the drunk laughed. "How'm I supposed to know who you are?" "Precisely!

Had she been guided by some unexpressed belief that Negroes were somehow unfit for a white woman to touch? She didn't know, but this moment in the gray morning jarred her to awareness. Rosalie felt no different from any other child hurting.

I cannot describe the change nor do I know when it took place, yet I know that there is a change for I look on the carcass of a man now with pretty much such feeling as I would were it a horse or hog.

The worse my drawings were, the more beautiful did the originals appear.

What was true was what was believed, and what was believed was true. And when the bubbles burst, what had once been believed and was therefore true was no longer believed and therefore no longer true. The

Effective decision makers are distinguished not so much by the superior extent of their knowledge as by their being aware of its limitations.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it