Quotes About Perception

when the daily reality presents itself as uncomprehendable, we fashion our own myths and then hold those phony truths to be inalienable.

We can always choose to perceive things differently. You can focus on what's wrong in your life, or you can focus on what's right.

We can always choose to perceive things differently. We can focus on what's wrong in our life, or we can focus on what's right.

My interior world does not correspond to the real world.

La gente que tiene el corazón en el cuello, en los labios, en los pantalones, en fin, en cualquier otro lugar que no sea en su lugar, acusa de no tener corazón a quien sí lo tiene en su lugar. Después de haber buscado en vano ese corazón en cada uno de los lugares que ellos conocen para el corazón, se convencen de que no tiene corazón; pues él lo tiene justamente en su lugar y ahí no se les ocurre buscarlo[1].

We forget what we say much more than what we hear, what we write much more than what we read, what we send much more than what we receive, and that is why we barely count the insults we hand out to others, unlike those dealt out to us, which is why almost everyone harbors some grudge against someone.

In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man.

Jake pried the head open, giving me a look when I warned him not to cut himself on the teeth. It is a look I think all children master at about his age—the one that insists the looker needs no warning while, by its very confidence, convincing the one looked at that the warning was very necessary indeed.

You and I are not held to the same standards, Andrew. People will forgive a slip, a weakness, a minor personal folly — when it comes from a man. They may click their tongues at you, even gossip about your behavior…but at worst, it will only reflect on you. "If I misstep, it goes far beyond me. Errors on my part are proof that women are unsuited to professional work.

I honestly cannot tell whether you are the most practical women I have ever met or the most deranged." "Why can't I be both

Entomologists trap insects in their killing jars and then pin their corpses to cards, and no one utters a single squeak of protest. For that matter, let a gentleman hunt a tiger for its skin, and everyone applauds his courage. But to shoot a dragon for science? That, for some reason, is cruel.

Jake shrugged, in the way that only nine-year-old children can manage -- and usually male children at that, girls not being permitted the same kind of insouciance.

for even the best artwork is a static thing of the eye alone, and words are by their nature linear.

But rumour is a creature with many heads and no body, and I had no way to hunt it, any more than I could smooth over matters with my new relations.

Larger than a pea? Oh, it most certainly was.

That image—last night's dream—made me think of the quote I had taped to the top of my screen, Professor Madison paraphrasing Mark Twain. There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and prophecy.

Empaths Do It With Fühlung.

Wild animals. I had not, until that moment, put dragons in that class. I had thought them something apart.

And since human minds are very good at finding patterns, and ours had recently shifted from looking for bad luck to looking for good, we wrote off setbacks as expected, rather than proof of misfortune.

Robert—who knew quite well that he had the empathic sensitivity of a whelk—did not expect to have any such difficulties himself.

le parole hanno una vita propria, come la gente o gli animali. Possono palpitare, svanire o amplificarsi. Passare attraverso le parole è come camminare attraverso la folla. Rimangono delle facce, delle sagome che si dileguano presto dal nostro ricordo, oppure si fissano, non si sa bene perché.

Mine udgydelser i notesbogen bestod af brudstykker af mit liv, som jeg arrangerede efter forgodtbefindende, jeg lod mig føre hvor som helst hen, jeg gennemlevede øjeblikke, som jeg aldrig havde oplevet i virkeligheden, men som jeg fantaserede mig til, jeg sad ikke i sandhedens gabestok som henne hos lægen.

Jeg havde lyst til at sige til dem: 'Nej, jeg er ikke tosset og har aldrig været det. Eller måske er jeg tosset, men så er i det også.

AUNT SHADIE: I see you - and don't worry, you're not white. ROSE: I'm pretty sure I'm white. I'm English. AUNT SHADIE: White is blindness - it has nothing to do with the colour of your skin.