Quotes About Perception

Girls and boys would sigh over him, but all I saw were the thousand soft places of his body where his life might be ended.

Once when I was young, I asked what mortals looked like. My father said, "You may say that they are shaped like us, but only as the worm is shaped like the whale.

midwife gave my mother a pillow to hold instead of me. My mother hugged it. She did not seem to notice a change had been made.

Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.

What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another.

In Phthia, the consonants were harder than elsewhere, and the vowels wider. It had sounded ugly to me, until I heard Achilles speak.

Parecíamos dioses en el alba del mundo y nuestro gozo era tan deslumbrante que no éramos capaces de ver otra cosa que el uno al otro.

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 always cut to the heart?

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

Eravamo come dei all'alba del mondo e la nostra felicità era così abbagliante che non potevamo vedere altro che noi.

Idylle hatte ich unsere gemeinsame Zeit bezeichnet. Illusion hätte es vielleicht besser getroffen.

Zwei Kinder hatte er gehabt, und keins davon hatte er klar erkannt. Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

He saw me watching and rubbed self-consciously at his calloused hands. "I know I am ugly to you." No, I thought. My grandfather's halls are filled with shining nymphs and muscled river-gods, but I would rather gaze on you than any of them.

De pronto, todos recordamos haber oído hablar de su piel dorada y sus ojos negros y centelleantes como la obsidiana que trocábamos por nuestras olivas. Y en ese momento, ella valió más que todos los presentes apilados en el centro, y aún más, ella valía más que nuestras vidas

What had Deidameia thought would happen, I wondered, when she had her women dance for me? Had she really thought I would not know him? 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.

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

Je le reconnaîtrais rien qu'au toucher, ou à son odeur, je le reconnaîtrais si j'étais aveugle, aux seuls bruits de sa respiration et de ses pas martelant le sol. Je le reconnaîtrais dans la mort, à la fin du monde.

Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep

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.

I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

This was no slouchy prince of wine halls and debauchery, as Easterners were said to be.

On their faces, disappointment braided with relief.

Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.

I grew to understand her expressions first, the thoughtful quiet of her eyes,