Quotes About Perception

Para qué voy a llevar un puñal? —replicó ella—. Soy una dulce y delicada flor, ¿no? Una mujer que se pasea exhibiendo un puñal solo busca problemas. —Metió una mano en un bolsillo y sacó un largo y delgado trozo de metal con uno de los bordes reluciente—. Sin embargo, una mujer que esconde un puñal está preparada por si surgen problemas. En general, es más cómodo aparentar que eres inofensiva. Menos problemático.

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 all sweet and nothing else. Perhaps the stem is thorned, 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.

Hespe's eyes were dangerous slits by this point. But even more telling was her mouth, which had formed a thin, straight line. A word of advice to you. Should you ever see that look on a woman's fac, leave off talking at once and sit on both your hands.

Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

There was also a great rectangular stone lying on its side near the pool. A few days earlier I would have recognized it as a greystone. Now I saw it as an efficient windbreak, something to put my back against as I slept.

I'd grown so accustomed to finding her that now I caught glimpses of her when she wasn't there.

but when I moved to kiss her she pushed me to arm´s length, snorting as if to clear her nose. She told me I reeked of iron and sent me into the forest telling me not to return until I got the bitter stink of it from my face

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

lo delgada que es la línea que separa la verdad de una mentira convincente. La línea que separa la historia de un relato entretenido.

Sin embargo —cavilación enigmática—, si alguna vez he conocido a alguien que no tenía ni una sola sombra en su corazón, seguramente debía de ser un niño demasiado pequeño para hablar. —Se

If you honestly couldn't tell that she was interested in you, you might want to admit the possibility that you are impossibly thick when it comes to women. You may want to consider the priesthood.

knew myself to be quite sane. 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

Demasiada sinceridad te hace parecer falso.

Om man säger till henne att hon är vacker tycker hon att man är snäll, men hon tror en inte. Hon vet att skönhet finns i betraktarens ögon...Men det finns ett bättre sätt. Man visar henne att hon är vacker... plötsligt förändras den historia hon berättar för sig själv, inne i huvudet. Hon förvandlas. Hon är inte sedd som vacker. Hon är vacker och sedd". (s. 384)

What makes this a good place?" He looked out over the water for a long time before he answered. "It is an edge," he said at last. "It is a high place with a chance of falling. Things are more easily seen from edges. Danger rouses the sleeping mind. It makes some things clear.

You people are easily confused by the look of things.

how thin the line is between the truth and a compelling lie. Between history and an entertaining story." Chronicler gave his words a minute to sink in. "You know which will win, given time.

I opened my mouth. Then closed it, deciding this was probably not the right time for questions. Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

She looked at me. Looked away. "You think too much of me." I smiled. "Perhaps you think too little of yourself.

It would have been better if you'd been guilty in a quiet way, rather than be innocent so loud.

think things are usually bad one way or another," he said. "It might be that only us older folk can see it.

speak least if you would be most often heard.

Goodness boy, you're like a clear pool. I can see ten feet through you, and you're barely three feet deep.

can't tell salt from cyanide by tasting it.