Quotes About Perception

Mas o "Cadelão" não é negro? O negro boçal? Não diria "violada". É uma palavra que. Entende? Não usaria a palavra "violada"! maria

The Human Being, as we imagine it, does not exist.

Any boy seems, nowadays, a tried and wicked 47 years old dwarf.

Sabe o que é que o homem mais repara na mulher? Se é limpa. Homem não perdoa a mulher suja! aurora

I would love to be a guest on a talk show or a panel that shows women who have been on reality shows who've had success, to prove to audiences that you don't have to be a fool to become successful.

Creo que todo cuanto la imaginación humana ha representado es verdad

The more attractive and athletic the character depicted on the T-shirt, the less attractive and athletic the fan wearing it

For her the room turned cold, the colorful people surreal, as if normalcy was a gift others shared without her.

Before she'd had to deal with it, complaints about the one- to two-second delay before words said on one end trickled into an ear on the other had struck Anna as frivolous. Not so. She was amazed at how seemingly small a thing could cripple conversation.

Mr. White, Heath's sixth-grade teacher, once told the class that hatred wasn't the worst emotion; the worst emotion was indifference. She'd not understood what Mr. White meant until this night.

Anna'd been born female, she'd grown into a small woman and, in the past ten years, had slid into middle age. If ever there was a cloak of invisibility, time and circumstances were trying to weave her one.

Rogelio has a feminine side," Anna countered. "From what you've told me, Rogelio has a weak side. Not at all the same.

A thousand "tells" were broadcast every minute: a tic, a wince, a smell, a shadow, a draft, a flick of the hand, a door ajar. The human senses experienced them all. The human brain registered them. The human monkey mind, clamoring with the shouting littles of life, was lucky if it recognized one or two. The message from the gestalt trickled down in intuition, gut feelings, geese walking on one's grave, deja vu.

perhaps love was like the mumps. If a woman came down with it after forty, it could kill her

She was forty before she realized that when she asked a man what he was thinking and he said, "Nothing," he wasn't lying.

From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.

Anna was too old to believe that people always lied for a reason. Mostly they lied because it was easy, felt good, or was habit.

She looked at him in wonder. "Do people think of me like that? I only did what anybody could have done." "That's as it may be," he replied. "The fact is, that you did it.

She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.

But he got to his feet, his brows contacted in a frown. "You weren't speaking seriously?" I moved towards the door, "It doesn't pay to be serious," I said. "It only means that people laugh behind your back, instead of to your face.

You can call a sunset by a filthy name, but you do not spoil its beauty, monsieur.

To the unenlightened man this will seem to be all fantasy, yet all progress comes from those who do not take the accepted view, nor accept the world as it is.

You know a thing mentally by looking at it from the outside, by comparing it with other things, by analyzing it and defining it; whereas you can know a thing spiritually only by becoming it. You must be the thing itself and not merely talk about it or look at it.

For the Lord seeth not as a man seeth, for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart." The heart is the primary organ of sense, hence the first cause of experience. When you look "on the heart" you are looking at your assumptions: assumptions determine your experience. Watch your assumption with all diligence for out of it are the issues of life. Assumptions have the power of objective realization.