Quotes About Perception

Every time I find the meaning of life, they change it

Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

She had me in a trance, at the simple word of hello. Even though I'd never told her, she'd always known.

If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says : "I'm cheap!

Life without thankfulness is devoid of love and passion. Hope without thankfulness is lacking in fine perception. Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude. Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road.

Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less.

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.

It doesn't matter anyway, whether you've been asked proper or not. I guess I've heard of women who want fancy sweet talk and even rings and such, but I didn't take you for a woman who'd need that nonsense.

Rylan bent low over his horse, coming as fast as he could on the rocky ground that rose to this bluff along the river. Was he trying to kill her? If so, he was doing a poor job of it. The bullets were missing, going way over her head. But even on her worst day, she'd never done anything to make the man killing mad. And Maizy knew, even though Rylan seemed like a mighty cranky man, that he wasn't the type to shoot a young woman, especially not for just being annoying.

Because she was praying so hard when she felt a twist of fear about his leg, she decided it was God putting the notion in her head. She'd get the boot off while Rylan was unconscious.

calm. "I'm just thinking I haven't really . . . um . . . seen you yet. I mean you seem . . . young. You feel really young." And beautiful. She felt very young and beautiful. "But if we get out of here and you're . . . uh . . . old and—" ugly—"sixty years old or something . . . well, it's going to be awkward.

She tugged on her sleeves again. He could tell the dress was bothering her something fierce. Well, he could understand that. He'd've been mighty uncomfortable in a dress himself, and she was probably no more used to a dress than he was.

And no amount of trousers and sweat-soaked shirts could change the fact that she was about the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

It can trick a man into thinking only dark thoughts. It can trick a man into making some small thing into something large without the light of day to shine on his worries.

I had the feeling that the feds were in a strange way afraid of us. While we were relaxed, as Indians usually are, they were nervous and trigger-happy. One

we played Indian music—grass dance songs and powwow stuff—the marshals thought these were our death songs and got all worked up, expecting a banzai charge. One

Even now, in a good school, there is impersonality instead of close human contact; a sterile, cold atmosphere, an unfamiliar routine, language problems, and above all the maza-skan-skan, that damn clock—white man's time as opposed to Indian time, which is natural time.

You got to look at things with the eye in your heart, not with the eye in your head. —Lame Deer

You got to look at things with the eye in your heart, not with the eye in your head.

Look at the real reality beneath the sham realities of things and gadgets," Leonard always tells me. "Look through the eye in your heart. That's the meaning of Indian religion.

Once the basic principals of 'need to know' are understood, together with the resulting manipulation of information, it is easy to observe this process in action – indeed every day, via our media, we are led by the nose along the 'required' path and we generally go quietly, because we have been well trained.

Wisdom begins when you discover the difference between "That doesn't make sense" and "I don't understand.

She was not just old—she was ancient. Bent and bony, no bigger than Selene, her flyaway white hair floated around her head like dandelions gone to seed. She'd wrapped herself in a thick knitted shawl of every imaginable color woven into complex patterns—a sun here, a moon there, stars all over, rivers and trees and birds and animals. A person could look at it all day and still find something he hadn't noticed before.