Quotes About Perception

We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...]

One reason Helena and I would never be close friends is that I am about half as tall as she. People tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. It means: I am willing to go the distance for you.

You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn't male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.

But we couldn't see to form a chain of doubt between each other's eyes. And her voice had a vibrant certainty that made believing her feel liberating and obvious.

I flitted around the city either turning heads or else walking by heads just as they were turning.

I'll be the first to say, It's so beautiful here. The sooner you say, It's so beautiful here, the quicker you can say, Wow, I'm getting overheated.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl

They seem easy to write, but that's the illusion of all good advice. Common sense and truth should feel authorless, write by time itself.

She looked at me for a long time and then pulled an old envelope out of the trash and drew a pear on it. "This is how your body is shaped. See? Teeny tiny on top and not so tiny on the bottom." Then she explained the illusion created by wearing dark colors on the bottom and bright colors on top. When I see other women with this color combination I check to see if they're a pear too and they always are—two pears can't fool each other.

I was still happy to sit there beside him, but that is only because I have very, very low expectations of most people, and he had now become Most People.

That's the problem with men my age, I'm somehow older than them.

What most people would do in my situation is go to their boyfriend's house. They would go there and cry and be handed tissues and cry some more and never stop to think that they should really be laughing and smiling joyfully because their boyfriend is an actual physical being on the same plane of reality as them.

But I couldn't put a face to the feeling; it was a dissolving thought, like a dream that hurries away when you approach it.

Dac? n-ar fi fost visele, n-am fi È™tiut niciodat? c? avem un suflet. Lumea real?, concret?, tangibil? ar fi fost tot ce este, singurul vis permis nou?, È™i pentru c? singurul, incapabil s? se recunoasc? pe sine drept vis. Ne îndoim de ea pentru c? vis?m.

Erau frumo?i (ochii Irinei n.m.) nu cum ai spune: o floare e frumoas?, sau: un copil e frumos, ci cum spui: e frumos c? exist? flori sau copii.

Pana la urma ma scufundam totusi in somn, infasurat intr-un cocon de vise scamoase. Ma topeam in vis ca zaharul in apa, alunecam ca un cursor pe cremaliera uitarii. Magistrale ale visului virau brusc in autostrazi ale realitatii, creand constelatii si engrame pe care cineva, de foarte sus, le-ar fi putut citi ca pe un tatuaj multicolor, iar cineva de foarte jos le-ar fi simtit pe propria piele, ca pe tortura sadica a tatuarii." (MIrcea Cartarescu - Orbitor, Aripa stanga)

cu fiecare dragoste tr?ie?ti alt? realitate.

Un lugar tan hermoso no puede existir en realidad. Era literatura, era ficción, y nosotros éramos los personajes de un poema.

Qué culpa tenía yo si estaba loco de una forma diferente a ellos?

Everything is interior and reality is only an illusory artifact.

Fiindc? nu putem scoate lumea din burta, de chinuim s? o scoatem din cap.

We are like people drawn inside of a square on a piece of paper. We cannot get out of the black lines, we exhaust ourselves by examining every part of the square, hoping to find a fissure. Until one of us suddenly understands, because he was predestined to understand, that within the plane of the paper escape is impossible. That the exit, simple and open wide, is perpendicular to the paper, in a third dimension that up until that moment was inconceivable.

Wat is het toch merkwaardig dat ik een lichaam heb, dat ik in een lichaam zit.

Chaque matin, quand je me regarde dans le miroir, je ne vois personne. [În fiecare diminea??, când m? iut în oglind?, nu v?d pe nimeni.] p. 42