Quotes About Perception

Things you see from there are not what you see from here.

It is not white hair that engenders wisdom.

Tota novel·la és convencional. La gràcia consisteix a fer que no ho sembli.

La seva vida potser sí que era una vida trista, però ¿no són tristes totes les vides es visquin com es visquin?

I caught her one day eating a bee. When she realized I was watching, she spit it out, saying the bee had flown into her mouth. But I knew that she ate bees. She would choose the ones that had drunk the most wisteria juice and keep them alive in her mouth for a moment, let them play a little before swallowing.

I da ?e on biti sre?an da upozna djevojku tako tužnih o?iju koja, da, da, kada se smeje o?i su joj još tužnije.

It's only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it's gathering information.

What happened to Love comes in all kinds of packages?" "Some packages are wrapped in brown paper and go tick, tick, tick. Those you throw over a bad neighbor's fence.

All these assistants are given female names and default identities by tech executives and developers—no accident. "I think that probably reflects what some men think about women—that they're not fully human beings,

data is socially constructed.

On harvinaisempaa kuin uskoisikaan, että mies menee naimisiin Toisen naisen kanssa - edes vaimon kuoltua. Jos avioliitto on ollut hyvä, mies yhdistää Toisen naisen syyllisyydentunteisiinsa. Jos avioliitto on ollut huono, hän yhdistää Toisen naisen onnettomuuteensa. Ja ennen kaikkea - mieshän on tottunut ajattelemaan Toista naista jonkinlaisena täydentäjänä. Mieluummin hän nai jonkun, joka ei ole koskaan ollut mikään täydentäjä.

White women who suffer from mental illness are depicted as idle, spoiled, or just plain hysterical. Black men are demonized and pathologized. Black women with psychological problems are certainly not seen as geniuses; we are generally not labeled 'hysterical' or 'eccentric' or even 'pathological'. When a black woman suffers from a mental disorder, the overwhelming opinion is that she is weak. And weakness in black women is intolerable.

Racism is definitely in the eye of the beholder. White people have at hand the privilege of choosing whether to see or not see the racism that takes place around them. If Dr. Fitzgerald could not 'fathom' my reality as a black person, how would he be able to assess or address the rage, the fear and the host of other complex emotions that go hand-in-hand with being black in a racist society? For whatever reasons, seeing a black therapist had never crossed my mind, until then.

Olivia made a face. "Piers is such an eldest brother!" she said. "He patronizes me. He's come up to town because my mother wrote about Toby and he thinks he ought to see him. Not wants to see him—ought. That's Piers for you!

I'll tell you this, though. It's not true, that saying about sticks and stones; it's words that break your bones.

I have yet to meet a Southern woman with two first names that wasn't a man-eater.

We are all persons courtesy of someone else, and since we need others to perceive us in order to experience ourselves, it is very hard to like yourself when those nearest you seem to doubt your worth. And when those around you don't see you as you want to see yourself, it is only too easy to lose the way and start auditioning instead for them.

The human sense of smell is extraordinary. Our eyes can distinguish several million colours, our ears can distinguish half a million tones, but our noses can distinguish well over a trillion different odours. Humans can detect virtually all volatile chemicals ever tested.

What's astonishing is the gulf between what we expect to find and what we find when we actually look.

The image of Eve is not our image of woman.

It's not true but I long to be connected like that. I want someone to be able to tell I am out of sorts by the details of my distraction, like leaving the drawers of my dresser cracked open. I want someone to know me as well as

Searching out a painful image, going over it and over it in my mind, raking its sharp edges over my open psychological sores. My mind generates the million and one questions I ask in order to avoid asking the only one that matters. Can you save me? At the time I believe my thoughts are real.

in the work of R. D. Laing, who questioned the social construction of mental illness: "Setting the sick apart sustains the fantasy that we are whole." The

Some people know that they are so adorable looking, all they have to do is smile and dress up and they get plenty from that. Then there are some of us who, early on, see that that doesn't work. So we joke about it.