Quotes About Perception

The proliferation of outlets that digital technology has enabled has itself contributed to the changing nature of what we regard as 'news' and the way in which many citizens perceive politics.

I see America through the eyes of a victim. I don't see any American dream. I see an American nightmare.

A wise man can play the part of a clown, but a clown can't play the part of a wise man.

I see America through the eyes of the victim. I don't see any American dream--I see an American nightmare.

I remember once being asked by an American, "Does everyone in your country still sleep in trees?" And I replied, "Yes." He was overjoyed (or at least seemed so) at meeting someone who had slept in a tree. But when I added that in our capital city of Ouagadougou the ambassador of the United States sleeps in the tallest tree, he walked away confused and a bit suspicious. Americans are bred to expect the rest of the world to be underdeveloped. The

Smile strained and over-bright, he deemed her honesty sterling.

His voice. Never had she heard anything like it, an undulating sound like fine gravel sifted through raw silk.

Her mind cleared slightly, but she still didn't seem to be quite all there.

The news lies all the time. They tell us what they think we would want to hear.

Boys don't cry, but men do.

I suppose it doesn't occur to you that I can think the system just as unjust as you do.

And just like that, I'd been assessed and judged. Nurse Fashoda didn't know the first thing about me but she'd taken one look at my face and now she reckoned she knew my whole life story -- what had gone before and what was yet to come.

No-one understood. No-one. Least of all - me.

His eyes were a lot older than fifteen." Persephone Hadley(,regarding Callum McGregor)

Books and knowledge don't make for a safe world. Just the opposite. Books and knowledge are facets of the truth and the truth can be very dangerous.

His eyes were a lot older than fifteen.

Don't you think I'm beautiful, Callum?' Lynette whispered. 'yes' I replied truthfully 'very.

She looked up to stare at her reflection in the mirror, as if she'd never seen her face before either.

Funny how my status seemed to change depending on the eyes of the beholder. To Drew I was a Nought and would never be anything else. Lucas called me a Cross. Where did that leave me? On one side or the other or stuck somewhere in the middle? 'Lucas,

What did Noughts see when they looked at me – a light-skinned Cross? What did Crosses see when they looked at me – a dark-skinned Nought? I had to stop seeing myself through anyone's eyes but my own. But

And in a world desperate to pigeon-hole and categorize and stereotype, she may feel forced to come down on one side or the other. And the truth is, she's both. And the truth is, she's neither.

Spiritul nu face diferenta intre experienta traita si aceea care este intens imaginata

We weep for the blood of a bird, but not for the blood of a fish. Blessed are those who have voice.

We weep for a bird's cry, but not for a fish's blood. Blessed are those with a voice.