Quotes About Perception

Beauty is where you find it.

Fame is a form of misunderstanding.

It doesn't matter what it looked like. What matters is the truth." (Mr. Peabody to Tommy)

I think in the end, when you're famous, people like to narrow you down to a few personality traits. I think I've just become this ambitious, say-whatever's-on-her-mind, intimidating person. And that's part of my personality, but it's certainly not anywhere near the whole thing.

Say what you want about long dresses, but they cover a multitude of shins.

There are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out.

It is better to be looked over than overlooked.

Look your best - who said love is blind?

Goodness, what beautiful diamonds!' 'Goodness had nothing to do with it'.

You may admire a girl's curves on the first introduction, but the second meeting shows up new angles.

Men are all alike - except the one you've met who's different.

Woman: You certainly know the way to a man's heart. Mae West: Funny, too, 'cause I don't know how to cook.

Gentlemen prefer blondes, but who says blondes prefer gentlemen?

People should recognize who you are and how you can act rather then how famous you are.

As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way…We delude ourselves that we have discovered a wonderful treasure trove, and when we return to the light of day we find that we have brought back only false stones and shards of glass; and yet the treasure goes on glimmering in the dark, unaltered.

It was so silly to try to define things by words. What did one person mean by infatuation or obsession and another mean by love. The whole thing couldn't be tidied away with neat little labels." - Lena Gray

How will I explain it all Ã¢â'¬Â¦ to everybody?" "You know, people don't have to explain things nearly as much as you think they do.

Is there anything more harsh in this life than to be misjudged, and have one's motives entirely misunderstood?

well. The term "frocky" was used a lot as a derogatory description for women that Eileen and Stephanie thought were dressing just to please male egos. Yet

Next winter and next winter and next winter. In the mind they passed all slowly, like clouds across a summer sky, but a sudden call or turn of the head and they disappeared in a rush, shuttling quickly one after the last till nothing was left but a strangeness in the mind, a drop of thought that trembled and was gone, perhaps.

In gloomy moments, I think we are allowed to stay alive here but not to live, much less to enjoy ourselves or take pleasure in what we see when we look out of our windows or walk around our streets. If we have the fortitude to get up out of bed in the morning and get going to face the day, we should also have the freedom to rejoice, and I think the freedom to rejoice is being denied us when our senses are dulled at every turn by streets that are inimical when they are not simply sad.

Then there is my current reality, the smells that are constants in my life: lemon slices and fresh ginger, the sharp tannin and milky contrast of builder's tea, and the slightly sickly green scent of freshly cut flower stems. And not forgetting the classic ingredients of the chypre base of so many of my favorite perfumes- bergamot, oakmoss, patchouli and labdanum (rock rose)- which I'm finding so reassuring in this time of transition.

She brought her wrist up to her nose again. Mmm, it was getting even more interesting. That vanilla note, then something sharper. But it wasn't jasmine, as she'd first thought; it was more lemony, but not obvious kitchen-cleaner lemon... a kind of warm, smoky citrus. Burned lemon peel, that was it.

But even when people are too weak to speak, or have lost consciousness, they can hear; hearing is the last sense to fade.