Quotes About Perception

She looks at me. She does. She.

Even though it walked and talked, even though it was bigger than his house and could swallow him in one bite, the monster was still, at the end of the day, just a yew tree.

Her accent's funny, different from mine, different from anyone in Prentisstown's. Her lips make different kinds of outlines for the letters, like they're swooping down on them from above, pushing them into shape, telling them what to say. In Prentisstown, everyone talks like they're sneaking up on their words, ready to club them from behind.

And if no one sees you, are you really there at all?

The great trick of the devil is to make you want to see him. But it is only when you see him that you fear him. And by then, it is too late.

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.

He was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

This is who you are, do you see?" Tomasz continues.

No such thing as nothing. So it's gotta be a something, don't it?

Without pain, it feels almost like I don't have a body at all, almost like I'm a ghost, sitting in a chair, blinded and eternal. Like I'm dead already. Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

Little girls aren't naturally lost," Karen said, frowning as she scanned saucepans. "Someone makes them that way.

Men do monstrous things but if you call a man a monster you have absolved yourself of blame. You don't have to think that you might ever do these things. I don't think that's true

No lo entiendo. ¿Aquí quién es el bueno? —No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en algún punto intermedio.

A feeling may or may not be true, but you still feel it.

What kind of person am I when seen by you?

How can a parson be wrong-thinking but good-hearted? How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?

I just want the world to make sense now and then, is that so wrong?

I'll ask ye this once," the woman says, lifting the rifle again. "Am I gonna need this?" I exchange a glance with Viola. "No," I say. "No, mam," Viola says. Mam? I think. "It's like sir, bonny boy." The woman slings the rifle over her shoulder by its strap. "For if yer a-talking to a lady.

Who is to say it is not everything else that is the dream?

Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." "It is a true story," the monster said. "Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

Give him numbers, he's great. Give him words and sentences to put together and his forehead creases down so you can see exactly what he'll look like when he's eighty.

Are you serious? Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you've got to do is find a way to live there.

How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?