Quotes About Perception

It is sometimes hard to recognized real love. So much nonsense it talk about love and so much nonsense is written about it that it is sometimes hard to recognize the real thing.

Ginny looked at him in a puzzled way. "Are you in the habit of saying things you don't mean?" "There is a certain type of wit called sarcasm," said Lord Gerald loftily. Ginny's brow cleared. "Oh now I understand" she said. "You were just being nasty.

Poets generally love cats -- because poets have no delusions about their own superiority.

A lot of children know absolutely nothing about guns other than what they see on T.V., and those are the wrong things.

It's hard to have a bad hair day when you're famous.

They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good.

If a food looks like it should have more calories than is stated on the label, it probably does.

On Satan the color red is one thing; on women, it is altogether another

Blondes are the girlfriend, brunete is the femme fatale, but the heroine, she's the redheaded girl.

Redheads are a variant that survived, a color minority, though not a skin color precisely, not a race, but still subject to identification by the wary eyes and wagging tongues of the majority.

But if you don't watch me, I will try and sneak in some humor. I see humor everywhere in life around me.

William Blake says the body is 'that portion of soul discerned by the five senses

I've always found allegories kind of comforting. When you encounter people named Liar and Abstinence, you might not be crazy about them, but you know exactly what you're getting into.

He wasn't looking at her, was at such an oblique angle to her that his face was little more than a sliver, but she knew him at once. "It was like reading," she would try to explain later, and she wasn't talking about phonics. She didn't break him into syllables—shoulders, hair, shirt collar, hand, nose, cheekbone—and put him back together again; she didn't sound him out. He was a language she knew, and it was whole-word recognition: Will.

Nowadays, I want to be smart, but back then, I'm afraid I wanted to seem smart, too.

I lost track of where I ended and the city began, and after a few blocks, I'd have stretched to include the flower stand, the guy selling "designer" handbags on the corner, the skyscrapers' shining geometry, the scent of roasting nuts, the café with its bowl of green apples in the window, and the two gorgeous shopgirls on break, flamingolike and sucking on cigarettes outside their fancy boutique, eyes closed, rapturous, as though to smoke were very heaven.

Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears...

It just seems like we --human beings -- know so much, but it's nothing compared to what we don't know.

She thought about that word "capture," how it put a writer on par with a fur trapper or big-game hunter, and how it implied that stories were whole and roaming around loose in the world, and a writer's job was to catch them.

She found that if she paid extremely careful attention to what was around her, really concentrating, and noticing every detail, the terror would fall back.

I won't gush about his appearance, except to say that he was beautiful in the way certain handcrafted wooden objects are beautiful—so seamless, smooth, curved, lustrous, so fully realized and self-contained that it only strikes you seconds later and with the force of a lightning bolt: "Oh my God, that's a chair!" At which point, you sit down and want to stay forever.

I know there are people who claim to enjoy dating, just like I know there are people who claim to enjoy a cold shower in the morning.

In online dating, I wonder if I have a nice enough face to get my foot in the door, but when they see my stomach and my thighs they'll be disappointed. Including a full-body shot feels like selling an old couch online and having to include all the scrapes and tiny stains.

She knew her death was near because time had begun to fold like a fan so that the past and the present rubbed together in ways that made her feel supple and porous, as if time were moving through her body and not the other way around.