Quotes About Perception

Hello," he said, on his best behavior now. "I just wanted to smell you." "Oh." Lines between her eyebrows, the tone of her voice making him want to close his eyes and just listen. "Do you sniff everyone you meet?

Mercants aren't known to be assassins." "Could be because we're very, very good at it

You're calling Illium a pretty boy?" Elena snorted, glad to focus on something other than the heavy cloud of death that hung over the city. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?" "I have scars, like any respectable male.

The scope of it might have driven another man mad; it was to Kaleb's advantage that he'd had his brush with madness as a child and survived. Whether or not he was sane was another question.

The dark existed whether you looked at it or not.

Nothing is ever black and white, kitten," he reminded her, allowing his claws to slice out to touch her skin. "I can use my claws to protect, but I can use the same claws to rip out an enemy's throat.

The female archangel leaned back in her chair. 'I woke to the sound of something tapping against my window. I assumed it to be a trapped bird and got up to release it.' The image should've been incongruous with Michaela's selfish beauty, but there was a powerful sense of truth in her words. Perhaps, to be 'human' in her eyes, you had to have wings.

The logical connection was irrefutable. Her vision channels were being forced to encompass more than the narrow field of commerce, thereby becoming wider. The subject matter or palatability of the new visions was irrelevant. That they

Some People, we know in a heartbeat. Others, we'll never know, even if we speak to them for a thousand years.

Assumptions are the enemy of coherence

Gabriel found himself interested, and he'd never before found a mouse interesting.

Boyfriend?" Her cheeks heated. "Yes." "Funny name." "What?" She frowned. "Ernest is a perfectly nice name." "Oh, I thought I heard you call him Ermine.

Pain is the best indicator of whether something is an illusion or reality." -Kaleb

He's awake?" "Yes, and thinks he's a brain in a jar. Can I take the tape off his eyes?

Ever since word got out about me and Riley, I've had an uncountable number of teenage girls sidle up to me and ask if wolves are good lovers.

Leaving them alive would've been a sign of weakness, and Tatiana expects weakness from the 'emotional' races. What the bitch doesn't understand is that rage is an emotion, too.

It's funny how really smart people have the most unusual holes in their worldview and perception.

Watching Desiree's breasts rise as her lashes lowered, Felix had an epiphany. She was a dominant, yes, and pushy with it at times, but that didn't mean she had endless self-confidence. She had doubts and worries just like him, needed reassurance.

My father used to say I was useless, that I'd never make anything of myself. Now every day someone finds a way to tell me I'm brilliant." "Does that cause mental dissonance?" "If you mean confusion, then no. It's just...it's strange. Like the me that people know is skin suit that I wear for the rest of the world.

I'm happy to be here," he thought to himself as he shined an old woman's mirror, "and I know this is better than the Great Swamp of Ink, but it isn't what I expected at all.

How do I know anything? How is it that my arms stretched out in front of me are so pale? How to I even know that they should be brown like riverbank mud, as they were when I was many goddesses with many worshippers, ruling in lands on the other side of a great, salty ocean? I used to be many, but now we are one, all squeezed together, many necks in one coffle.

You folk are so finicky about time, living it in straight lines like that.

Mid-range, androgynous voice. I first thought that Solaris was a guy. Then a girl. Maybe. Then I gave up trying to figure out which. It would become obvious at some point, or not.

Even she hair itself rough and wiry; long black knotty locks springing from she scalp and corkscrewing all the way down she back... The only thing soft about Tan-Tan is she big molasses-brown eyes that could look on you, and your heart would beat time...