Quotes About Perception

What use is care ? What good is watching for that matter? People are forever watching things. They should be seeing . I see the things I look at. I am a see-er.

But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

Someone's parents have been singing entirely the wrong sort of songs.

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woefully small targets.

I believe it, Chronicler found himself thinking. Before it was just a story, but now I can believe it. This is the face of a man who has killed an angel.

I don't mind being called a liar. I am. I am a marvelous liar. But I hate being called a liar when I´m telling the perfect truth.

He hesitated, then lifted his head and sniffed. "Have you been drinking?" The question was more curious than accusatory. "No," Bast said. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. "I've been tasting," Bast said, emphasizing the word. "Tasting comes before drinking.

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned

I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn't know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed both thoughts from my mind.".

Wilem tapped Simmon's shoulder."He's telling the truth." Simmon glanced over at him."Why would you say that?" "He sounds more sincere then that when he lies.

Una historia es como un fruto seco - dijo Vashet -. Un necio se la traga entera y se atraganta. Otro necio la tira creyendo que no tiene ningún valor. - Sonrió -. Pero una mujer sabia encuentra la manera de romper la cáscara y comerse el fruto que hay en el interior.

If I'd been whoring before class and waved a corset at him, no one would have thought twice about it!

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too.

hear rumors and go digging for the painful truth beneath the lovely lies. You believe you have a right to these things, but you don't. When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

Each of us has two minds: a waking mind and a sleeping mind. Our waking mind is what thinks and talks and reasons. But the sleeping mind is more powerful. It sees deeply to the heart of things. It is the part of us that dreams. It remembers everything. It gives us intuition. Your waking mind does not understand the nature of names. Your sleeping mind does. It already knows many things that your waking mind does not.

I do this so you cannot help but hear. A wise man views a moonless night with fear.

A woman who goes around wearing a knife is obviously looking for trouble." She reached deep into her pocket and brought out a long, slender piece of metal, glittering all along one edge. "However a woman who carries a knife is ready for trouble. Generally speaking, it's easier to appear harmless. It's less trouble all around.

The Lethani is the same everywhere," she said firmly. "It is not like the wind, changing from place to place." "The Lethani is like water," I responded without thinking. "It is itself unchanging, but it shapes itself to fit all places. It is both the river and the rain." She glared at me. "Who are you to say the Lethani is like one thing and not another?" "Who are you to do the same?

There's looking and there's looking. When some men look at you it's a greasy thing. It makes you want to have a bath. With other men it's nice. It helps you know you're beautiful.

While it sounds interesting, it was really only a headache pressed between covers.

Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

Lies are simpler, and most of the time they make better sense.