Quotes About Perception

In my imagination I smiled back at her, then found I was smiling down at her because she was in a wheelchair.

Despite her best intentions, Hild's voice rose as a question.

You'd have to be dead to be impervious to that rhythm.

Me, I'll just continue to pretend I'm both blind and stupid, and brightly say the things other people find foolish, and so make the truth foolish.

I could feel the open air, taste salt on the breeze.

Dornan gave me a wink, as if to say he saw I was glowing under a bit of flattery as much as anyone else in the room.

Parties are like life-you think that what you see is all there is, until you discover the next layer, a whole other culture that's going on all around you but you never knew existed.

I have a strange kind of face; people trust me. More than that, they see in my face what they want to be there.

If Gwladus was here, maybe the lady would smile sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't be so pitiless.

I studied her, one bare foot tucked underneath her, the other swinging back and forth, and remembered the scent of sleepy, naked woman.

From the strange, cold distance in which she had placed herself, Hild wondered what he would do if she said she could see into the realm of the dead. He would believe her. They all believed her, no matter what she said.

Mother and daughter considered each other. Different hair, different eyes, different hearts. Both tall enough that people whispered of etin blood. Both with bright, pattern-making minds.

Her face had the set look Marghe had learned meant she was unhappy.

Moisture from the camera trickled down her neck, as far as the collarbones, which rose and fell, rose and fell. I wondered if the water would still be cool or whether it would have warmed running down her skin.

Those eyes saw everything. The green saw your heart, they said, the blue your mind, and the black…the black drank in wyrd and your woe so others would be safe. Killing was nothing to what thos eyes had seen.

The child's world changed late one afternoon, though she didn't know it.

For now that they sat close Peretur understood that the cool depths she had dreamt of lived as much in this woman as in the lake.

Her knuckles smelled of garlic and, faintly, that sleepy, buttery-toast scent my brain was already beginning to recognize.

She reached out as if to touch me and for a second I thought I felt her fingers on my cheek, then realized I was crying.

Sitting in the fire in the summer evening as Hild the daughter of the might-have-been king, not Hild the seer of the overking, speaking nothing but British, she felt her face setting in a new shape, happier, younger.

She swung her hair back from her face and eyed me sullenly, now the perfect teenager. Infant to child to teen in one day. With any luck she'd be dead of old age before we reached the clearing.

Artos is afraid of you, and I begin to understand why.

I told her of your knife fight, and your purchase, and she told me, gravely, to tell you to have a care with the girl. She said wealh and Anglisc do not walk the same path or dream the same dreams. And she should know.

She should have expected her mother to know she knew.