Quotes About Perception

Do you think that you are the stars, perhaps? And that I am the moon? I thought you were the moon. But I have been absent, too, you know. I think I have been absent all this time.

There are strange movements rising now, not only across the world, but right here in the U.S. of A. You can see it on the internet. Boys dressing as girls to seem more powerful. Girls dressing as boys to shake off the meaning of the power, or to leap on the unsuspecting, wolf in sheep's clothing.

You can't put anyone into a box. Listen, even a stone isn't the same as any other stone, so I don't know where you all think you get off labelling humans with simple words and thinking you know everything you need. But most people can't live that way, even some of the time.

Your whole question is the mistake. Who's the serpent and who's the Holy Mother? Who's bad and who's good? Who persuaded the other one to eat the apple? Who has the power and who's powerless? All of these questions are the wrong question.

He feels excited. He feels ashamed. He wants to talk to her, but he is afraid. Maybe he imagined it all. Maybe she will call him a bad name if he asks her what happened.

Behind his back, he knows the women in the factory are observing the encounter with cold, dark eyes. There'll be no doubting him after this, there'll be no asking what he is; they'll know what he is when they see what he can do. He's not a man in women's clothing. He's one of them, as strong as them, as capable.

I'd forgotten it was these people I was coming back to: these views, that synagogue full of small, cramped minds, grown twisted through lack of sunlight.

Still, it was hard to believe in a faint shadow on the lung. Who could see a shadow? What was a shadow? The congregation could not believe that Rav Krushka could succumb to a shadow.

Gender is a shell game. What is a man? Whatever a woman isn't. What is a woman? Whatever a man is not. Tap on it and it's hollow. Look under the shells: it's not there. Senkit nem lehet berakni egy dobozba. Ide hallgass, még egy k? sem ugyanaz, mint bármely másik k?, egyszóval nem is értem, milyen alapon címkéztek fel emberi lényeket üres szavakkal, és hiszitek azt, hogy mindent tudtok.

Looking forward to this! I think I'd rather enjoy this "world run by men" you've been talking about. Surely a kinder, more caring and—dare I say it?—more sexy world than the one we live in.

You can see it on the internet. Boys dressing as girls to seem more powerful. Girls dressing as boys to shake off the meaning of the power, or to leap on the unsuspecting, wolf in sheep's clothing.

You know what they say about "truth" and "the appearance of truth" being opposites.

Tú verías bondad en la cara del mismo Satán si llamara a tu puerta con una historia lastimera y el estómago vacío - ¿Y me equivocaría? ¿Si Satán necesitara alimento?

There are strange movements rising now, not only across the world, but right here in the US of A. You can see it on the internet. Boys dressing as girls to seem more powerful.

Los más elevados entre nosotros no siempre son los más sabios, y la generación más vieja no siempre es la mejor para juzgar qué es lo correcto

Nuestros sueños son más auténticos que nuestro despertar

However complicated you think it is, everything is always more complicated than that. There are no shortcuts. Not to understanding and not to knowledge. You can't put anyone into a box.

There is no shape to anything except the shape it has. Every name we give ourselves is wrong.

It's like this essential feature of human beings simply doesn't exist in the full-color magazine world.

There was a time when Esti thought that Ronit's face contained the world, but now, well, it's just a face. She's grateful for that, grateful for the change, because it's not good to see the world in a face that doesn't belong to you, that's always turning away from you.

You can't put anyone into a box. Listen, even a stone isn't the same as any other stone, so I don't know where you all think you get off labeling humans with simple words and thinking you know everything you need.

One had done the thing to a boy because he asked her to: this story holds much interest for the girls. Could it be that boys like it? Is it possible they want it? Some of them have found internet forums that suggest that this is the case.

That's one thing about Scott—he makes everything seem simple, because in his mind everything is.

This is how we make sense of the world, by trapping it in words and sentences, by pinning it like a butterfly to a felt backcloth, killing it to keep it still, so we may trace its lines.