Quotes About Perception

Yes, money cannot buy happiness. But it can pay for a very good imitation of it. And most people would not know the difference.

People say there is two sides to every story, I say theres only one, and thats the side of the Truth.

Time always comes in its own format, It is our attitude and behavior that makes it difficult or pleasant.

What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our heads of how it's supposed to be.

Some wonder why things happen, some figure out why things happen, and some wonder why things always happen to them.

Life is a miraculous process, and you just arent calling it that. Youre calling it 'Tuesday'.

The best things in life are unseen. So we close our eyes when we kiss, sleep and dream.

It is very easy to believe in a lie, but it's difficult to accept the truth.

One thing about life is, there will be people that enter into your life, even at a distance, who will make no effort to get to know you, but will instead just choose not to like you.

Protect your good image from the eyes of negative viewers, who may look at your good appearance with an ugly fiendish eye, and ruin your positive qualities with their chemical infested tongues.

Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.

Happiness is a perception of your own reality. There are many people around the world who barely have the basic necessities to survive, who are very happy. Why? Because of their attitude, and the people they chose to have around them

The thing is, I don't think my husband expected me to be able to talk. I don't blame him for this exactly, since he had known me only as a statue, pure and beautiful and yielding to his art. Naturally, when he wished me to live, that's what he wanted still, only warm so that he might fuck me.

I can smell him. The oils that he uses on his feet, pomegranate and sandalwood; the salt of clean sweat; the hyacinths we had walked through, their scent crushed against our ankles. Beneath it all is his own smell, the one I go to sleep with, the one I wake up to. I cannot describe it. It is sweet, but not just. It is strong but not too strong. Something like almond, but that still is not right. Sometimes, after we have wrestled, my own skin smells like it.

Divine days fall like water from a cataract, and I had not learned yet the mortal trick of counting them.

I looked into his good face. Not good because it was handsome, but because it was itself...

His words were simple. They had no art to them, which of course was also art.

All heroes are fools, he liked to say. What he meant was, all heroes but me. So who could correct him when he erred? He had stood on the beach looking at Telegonus and believing him a pirate. He had stood in his hall and accused Telemachus of conspiracy. Two children he had had, and he had not seen either clearly. But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.

They would both have run screaming at the first tooth. They cannot bear any pain at all. They are not like us.

I did not walk as a mortal walks, but as a god, and the miles fell away beneath my feet.

I stopped watching for ridicule, the scorpion's tail hidden in his words. He said what he meant,; he was puzzled if you did not. Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

You see?" I said, when I was finished with the tale. "Gods are ugly things." "We are not our blood," he answered. "A witch once told me that.

It was one of my favorite things about him, how he admired the world like a jewel, turning its facets to catch the light. A

He is half my soul as the poets say. I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.