Quotes About Perception

Yes,' said Jasper, flatly, 'and it was very illuminating. It is, perhaps, less illuminating now.

This must be insanity. (But I'm as sane as anyone.)

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Youth is a form of mental illness.

I know everything about you. What you hide. What you dream.

Patrick Ness, A MONSTER CALLS

No man born of woman has ever understood spoken Portuguese.

Do you not find it happens very often, that you are as gay as Garrick at dinner and then by supper-time you wonder why God made the world?

even the silence, if you listened, meant something.

Na sua vida, nunca conhecera uma prostituta tão bem-educada. Não condizia, ser puta e ao mesmo tempo saber tanto.

I think Upton Sinclair once wrote that a man has difficulty understanding something if his salary depends on his not understanding.

It was about the hysteria, the mythmaking, and the misunderstanding that had twisted

Consequently, patients and their families were often reluctant to have doctors prescribe morphine, because in the popular imagination it was seen, as Richard put it, to be "a death sentence.

Richard was a smart guy, with lousy judgment.

Whatever White might say about the law getting to "the essence" of things, when your client is in the hot seat in a deposition, the whole point is to avoid the essence.

He complained about what he perceived as unnecessarily alarmist cautionary language about the downsides of the drug. The warning "implies a danger of untoward reactions

Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

The best lies about me are the ones I told.

I have an apple that thinks its a pear. And a bun that thinks it's a cat. And a lettuce that thinks its a lettuce." "It's a clever lettuce, then." "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it's a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.

The boy grows upward, but the girl grows up.

I'd heard you were dead." "I heard you wear a red lace corset," I said matter-of-factly. "But I don't believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.