Quotes About Perception

He looked at her amiably, as though she were a nice sofa. That must be the penalty of the grey hairs, the tired shadows under the eyes, that must be the beginning of getting old. She had noticed it. Young men looked at you as though you were a nice sofa, an article of furniture which they would never be desirous of acquiring.

She glanced round the garden. It was perfect, she thought. They were always gloomy about it, her mother and father. Terrible, terrible, they said - as though a few old weeds mattered! She liked it shaggy, its lawns white with daisies, the golden rod and the aster making tunnels of green gloom through which one could creep comfortably. But in the grown-up world, isolated behind the glass partition, such things counted.

Through the green slats of their private look-out post they could quiz the adult world, queer mixture of stupidity and power, getting on with its incomprehensible affairs, unconscious of spies in the undergrowth.

Depending on your point of view, Ashley (or Leslie Howard) was sensitive, poetic, and enigmatic-- or wan and a wimp. Rhett/Clark Gable was sexy, virile, and funny or just crude and unmannerly. The outcome was a crucial barometer of taste that would reveal a great deal, possibly too much, about a girl's temperament and predilections.

We are a rotating cast of aspects of self that are shown to one person, or in one setting, and hidden in another. Memorial services are often jarring in this regard: friends and relatives eulogize the deceased in such conflicting terms they might be talking of different people.

Who eats salad?" Casey asked, tearing lettuce leaves and putting them in a bowl. "Girls do." Ty seasoned the last of the steaks and set the plate aside before opening up the bag of shrimp he had in the sink. "Why do you make all this food for Ms. Monroe but not for us?" Ty didn't have time to get into the things men do for women, making Caesar salad being about the least of them. "You're eating it tonight, aren't you?" "I'm not eating the salad, that's for sure.

His eyes skated across my body, taking in my paint-splattered overalls and the hot pink tank top I wore underneath it. He couldn't see that my tank top had Big Bird on it. But he looked at me like he knew.

My name is Ty. Short for Wyatt. Wyatt Svenson. People just always call me Ty.

That man smokes a pipe, and that man drinks liquor—but I do believe he is a Christian!

She touched his hand for the last time. "Oh, Karim, that we have already done. But always there was a problem between us. How can I explain? I wasn't me, and you weren't you. From the very beginning to the very end, we didn't see things. What we did--we made each other up." p. 382

Kadang keadaan ternyata tidak seburuk yang disangka. Kadang-kadang hal buruk yang disangka akan datang malah tidak datang sama sekali. Kalian hanya harus menunggu dan melihat keadaan.

When people are drunk the first time you meet them, you are inclined to think of them as permanent dipsomaniacs

fifty, ambitiously but unsuccessfully dressed in a black satin

Mary thought how strange it was to think that only a few inches of wall separated the placid cosiness of the sittingroom from the howling, streaming darkness. Houses were very defiant things.

The day Travis met Lu he was in his best suit—dark blue, pinstripes, a necktie. Women his age would see right through his sweat and pretense. Any woman his age, she'd say, "What, you work at Men's Warehouse now?" Yeah, a woman would know a cheap suit was like an easy costume, but the girls didn't catch on.

it takes two people to cut you to the heart: an enemy to slander you and a friend to tell you what the enemy said.

He manipulated love into something perverse, confusing me about what love is, causing me to sexualize friendships and relationships, teaching me without words that I was worth. Violence would have been more honest

So I think it's - what was important to me is that I found that I can't change the fact that people already have made an opinion about me. But I don't think that should stop me from trying to correct some of the misperceptions that are out there.

This was a mutual relationship, mutual on all levels, right from the way it started and all the way through. I don't accept that he had to completely desecrate my character.

The envisaged self is the next stage in human evolution, and it will be born explicitly from the refusion of experienced spirit and experienced flesh—not as a "means" toward any externally established "end," but as a consciously perceived process of evolution unfolding itself. The primary urge of patriarchy has been to control and repress life toward some profitable end, rather than to allow this self-perceiving unfolding to occur.

We have come to mistake information for knowledge.

Your sister strikes me as the type of driver who raises the rates for everybody else." "Good one, Ona

Mrs. Japan and Mrs. Romania had unpronounceable names, the former free-floating with vowels, the latter fortressed by consonants.

I listened, he'll answer, and his father will realize how ardently he'd paid attention all along, how carefully he observed, how hard he tried. He will tell his father that the morning chorus sounded like something rising out of the breath it took away.