Quotes About Perception

The worst thing about the slivers of light is that you get to catch people's expressions for only a split second; then they disappear again, and in between you are forced to think about what it is that could make a person look so devastated.

Webb read fantasy; Jude read realism

can you see what I see? No I don't think you can I can see images of nothing and I attempt to make that nothingness into something As hard as I try there is still nothing and that nothing is meaningless I am somewhere else now, outside I am surrounded by people and the blueness of the sky but still nothing has changed Everything remains the same I am still alone

What is it with that argument? Why is it that you have to jump through hoops of fire to find out that someone's decent? The fact that someone is a bitch on the surface says heaps about them.

Because people aren't interested in the truth, Dafar. They're interested in what keeps them safe. They're interested in being looked after. They're interested in a tale being spun.

You don't look Italian," I tell him. "Half." "Which half?" He thinks for a moment, and I see a ghost of a smile appear on his face. "The pigheaded side." "I thought you said you were only half Italian?" He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he's regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine.

In an instant he forgot Joe's poem about Japan except the part about 'you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,' and a new sound entered his life, like when he was a kid and he first heard the sound of horses clip-clopping and he asked his mother in wonder, "What's that sound, because I've never heard it before?

Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo. Hay momentos en los que no puedes creer que algo maravilloso está sucediendo. Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo.

I'd read fantasy if they had simple names like Jane and Bob from Wagga,' I say. 'Why does it have to be Tehrana and Bihaad from the World of Sceehina?

Los rumores de disconformidad son como estas canciones en la radio que siempre llegan a número uno. Te aprendes la melodía al minuto uno y te empiezan a aburrir al minuto dos.

Mirad, recuerdo el amor, eso es lo que la gente no entiende.

Ha perfeccionado el arte de mirar directamente a las personas mientras evita mirarlas a los ojos.

My life isn't as bad as I make out and sometimes I think it's all in my head, but I can't help it.

When one is silent, those around speak even more

Guys don't like chicks who are down all the time.

Why do they always have to remember the pathetic stuff? Why can't they ever remember something positive being said about me?

All they needed to do was look up close at what it was they were afraid of and they'd probably realise that it wasn't so frightening after all.

Because women are elephants and watch the way you say that in front of them because they'll think you're calling them fat and there's no coming back from that moment. But they hoard. They say they don't, but they do. We think that if something's not spoken about again, it goes away. It doesn't. Nothing goes away just like that, Mackee.

I find I can't really describe what Mia has. People want symptoms. They want physical evidence. This thing my mum has is like the X-Files. It can't be explained to the non-believers.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

just cus your cat had kittens in the oven don't make em biscuits

As soon as I became old enough to make my dreams my reality, I became a firm believer that the subconscious and the world outside of our flesh and blood is essentially the truth.

You sense that he's dangerous but don't now why - and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.

You smell like a bar," he said. I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.