Quotes About Perception

When a man gives you a rose what you see may not be what he intends. You may think he sees you as delicate or frail. Perhaps you dislike a suitor who considers you sweet and nothing else. Perhaps the stem is thorn, and you assume he thinks you likely to hurt a hand too quick to touch. But if he trims the thorns you might think he has no liking for a thing that can defend itself with sharpness. There's so many ways a thing can be interpreted.

La diferencia consiste en decirle algo a una persona y decir algo sobre una persona. Lo primero puede ser una grosería, pero lo segundo es, siempre un chisme.

Gentle. Which people see as weak.

A story is like a nut. A fool will swallow it whole and choke. A fool will throw it away, think it of little worth. But a wise woman finds a way to crack the shell and eat the meant inside.

Recuerda esto, hijo mío, aunque olvides todo lo demás: un poeta es un músico que no sabe cantar. Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón, y la mente de algunos hombres es lamentablemente pequeña. La música llega al corazón por pequeña o acérrima que sea la mente de quien la escucha.

Do all the women in the world secretly know each other?" Sim asked. "Because that would explain a lot.

Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn't be.

If we don't have impressive-sounding names for things, no one will take us seriously.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Chronicler snapped. "You're just spouting nonsense now." "I'm spouting too much sense for you to understand," Bast said testily.

Todos nos contamos una historia sobre nosotros mismos. Siempre. Continuamente. Esa historia es la que nos convierte en lo que somos. Nos construimos a nosotros mismos a partir de esa historia.

Utilizar palabras para hablar de palabras es como utilizar un lápiz para hacer un dibujo de ese lápiz sobre ese mismo lápiz. Imposible. Desconcertante. Frustrante.

No me importa que me llamen mentiroso. Lo soy. Soy un mentiroso extraordinario. Pero no soporto que me llamen mentiroso cuando estoy diciendo la verdad." Kvothe

Estuviera donde estuviese, siempre era el centro de todas las miradas.— Kvothe frunció el ceño—. No me interpretéis mal. No quiero decir que fuera llamativa, ni vanidosa. Si miramos el fuego es porque parpadea, porque resplandece. Lo que atrae nuestra mirada es la luz, pero lo que hace que un hombre se acerque al fuego no tiene nada que ver con su resplandor. Lo que te atrae del fuego es el calor que sientes cuando te acercas a él.

You don't understand," I said, growing irritated. "I don't have the slightest idea what the Lethani really is! It's not a path, but it helps choose a path.It's the simplest way,but it is not easy to see. Honestly,you people sound like drunk cartographers. -Kvothe

You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

When she spoke her voice was clear. "I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

He laid a hand on my shoulder. "Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating." He lifted his hands high above his head as if stretching for the sky. "But there are other ways to understanding!" he shouted, laughing like a child. He threw both arms to the cloudless arch of sky above us, still laughing. "Look!" he shouted tilting his head back. "Blue! Blue! Blue!

She shelled the nuts and toasted them, jiggling them about in the pan. She sprinkled them with salt and ate them each by each. Some were bitter. Some were sweet. Some were hardly anything. That was just the way of things.

A story is like a nut," Vashet said. "A fool will swallow it whole and choke. A fool will throw it away, thinking it of little worth." She smiled. "But a wise woman finds a way to crack the shell and eat the meat inside.

It´s one thing to enjoy a story, but it´s quite another to take it for the truth.

And if you had the right sort of mind, the sort of mind that actually sees what it looks at, you might notice that his eyes were odd. If your mind had the rare talent of not being fooled by its own expectations, you might notice something else about them, something strange and wonderful.

Pero tú, más que nadie, tendrías que darte cuenta de lo delgada que es la línea que separa la verdad de una mentira convincente. La línea que separa la historia de un relato entretenido. Sabes cuál de las dos cosas ganaría con el tiempo.

You know what's strange?" I said to him through the door. "I tried to think of something funny I could do while you were gone, but I couldn't." I looked around at the room. "I think that means humor is rooted in social transgression. I can't transgress because I can't figure out what would be socially unacceptable. Everything seems the same to me.

Folk like to pretend they know everything about the world. Rich folk especially. Maps are great for that. [...] You don't have blanks on your map, so the folks who draw them shade in a piece and write, 'The Eld.' You might as well burn a hole right through the map for what good that does.