Quotes About Perception

They're like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It's all they know about me." His tone was light but his expression serious. Maybe that's because it's all you show them." Maybe it's all they want to see.

I knew him, but I don't understand him.

If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can't be real.

You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right?

All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

I murmur something that sounds like "goodbye" but tastes like "hello.

Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn't cry because I couldn't deal with my life, but because I could.

You look like a goddess when you come, did you know that?" "I'm not a goddess." "Not a goddess. Not an angel. Not a devil. Are you a ghost? Because you can't be real." "I'm real.

You look gorgeous, Elle, and you don't act like a gorgeous woman does." "I don't? How do I act?" "You act like an angel. But you fuck like a deomon. Don't you.

Will cries out, low, a murmur of blue and green and gold. The syllables of my name float between us. I've never seen my name that way, in those colors, not from any other voice.

Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed. A portrait not only allows us to see our own faces, but how it looks to others.

Navigating this new world made Sunny feel like Dorothy stepping out from her black-and-white house into a world of color so bright it didn't seem real. Everything in this world seems like a dream.

Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed.

She talked, he nodded. She was satisfied. He was oblivious.

Crazy is a state of mind usually interpreted by other people.

I'm not sure a man can ever understand the complicated matter of feminine relationships.

How could I have lived my entire life without knowing this man? His eyes are gray and green, and I smooth my fingertips over the arches of his brows. I touch the sleekness of the hair that falls in front of his ears.

People think it is. Symmetry is pretty, sure. But real beauty, real true beauty, comes from flaws.

gente que piensa que su valor está relacionado con su masa corporal. Hombres obsesionados con el gimnasio, y mujeres que piensan que morirse de hambre es sexy.

All of this is fiction And all of it is true

Observation is a great joy." To write one's observations, record such wonderings, the greatest joy of all.

mind has no sex": there was no limit to what Sophia or any girl might learn. Yet gender did affect the uses of knowledge.

My thoughts create my world.