Quotes About Perception

Sometimes it's the smallest and most innocent things you have to watch out for

Was it possible to ever really know anyone, or was I simply the worst judge of character in all of history?

Ethan knows more about himself than he ever wanted to know, and I know less than I should.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, Kazi, the breaths, the pauses, the fisted hands, the vacant stares, the twitches and tears, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them. " - Pg 207

For everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them.

I have two arms but not a bone, I can't be hurt with knife or stone. I have a head but lack a face, I don't need eyes to match your pace. I'm shifty, a thief, a trick of the eyes, My robes are made of mystery and lies. I am short, I am thin, I am monstrous and tall, But when midnight comes, I am nothing at all.

A simple chain we had both cursed had done the unthinkable - it forced us to see the world through each other's eyes.

Los quizás podían retorcer cosas que en realidad nunca existieron

How did you do it, Mother?" I asked, still staring at the passing carriages below. "How did you travel all the way from Gastineux to marry a toad you didn't love?" "Your father is not a toad," my mother said sternly. I whirled to face her. "A king maybe, but a toad nonetheless. Do you mean to tell me that when you married a stranger twice your age, you didn't think him a toad?

Before that kindness, the color of his eyes hadn't mattered.

Because too little talk frightens people and prompts questions. They're afraid of what goes on in a silent mind. As maybe they should be.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, Kazi, the breaths, the pauses, the fisted hands, the vacant stares, the twitches and tears, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them.

Listen. Hear the language that isn't spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind them.

Brightmist. It's one of the poorest quarters. Don't let the name fool you. Nothing bright about it. Garvin was wrong. There was at least one bright thing about it. -Jase

I wondered how I had not seen how beautiful his eyes were the first time we met.

The truths of the world wish to be known, but they won't force themselves upon you the way lies will.

Vielleicht gab es nicht nur eine einzige Art, Liebe zu definieren. Vielleicht hatte die Liebe so viele Schattierungen wie das Blau am Himmel.

There is magic in everything, only you must watch for it. It does not come from spells or potions or the sky, nor by special delivery

I sat there for minutes, seasons, years, the wind becoming winter against my skin, the day becoming night, then blinding again, harsh with detail. I closed my eyes, but the details still shone bright and demanding behind my lids, replacing a lifetime of memories with a single bloody image of Walther, and then, mercifully, the image faded, everything faded, leaving only dull, numbing gray.

He and the Cat looked at each other across that impassable barrier of silence which had been set between man and beast from the creation of the world.

It was true that in a measure she could take them with her, but, robbed of their old environments, they would appear in such new guises that they would almost cease to be themselves.

One of the first things which Comfort remembered being told was that she had been named for her Aunt Comfort, who had given her a gold ring and a gold dollar for her name. Comfort could not understand why. It always seemed to her that her aunt, and not she, had given the name, and that she should have given the ring and the dollar; but that was what her mother had told her. "Your Aunt Comfort gave you this beautiful gold ring and this gold dollar for your name," said she.

I am no believer in visions or omens. After all, I would sooner fancy that I was dreaming - dreaming with my eyes open as I stood at the window - than that I beheld the shadows of the dead.

Self-assertion may deceive the ignorant for a time; but when the noise dies away, we cut open the drum, and find it was emptiness that made the music.