Quotes About Perception

In old age her voice had become thin as a bird's, but her reading was still beautiful to him.

Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes.

Harry nearly prayed it wasn't one of her friends who smelled like the beach and books and brine. He inhaled when they stopped for the light, and was simultaneously relieved and agitated to realize, no, it was her.

To lead a life so wholly happy, so wholly unexamined that she could be dying, could be betrayed, could be besieged on all sides and never even know it.

But I'm telling you, something happens to beautiful people. They think that something extra is owed to them by life, by God, by all the people around them. They think their life has to be better, more dramatic, happier—in color, not black and white.

Father continues to make the vulgar error," she said, "that to a woman, love is her whole existence.

Why was it that the young were always convinced they had invented sex?

No, Tully, he doesn't get it because he doesn't love me. When you don't love somebody you never get how they feel. You don't even look for it.

Oh, Tully, you really don't understand, do you? It's not a matter of going after him, don't you see?" Jennifer began to cry again. "Don't you see that if he wanted me, he would've seen by now what's so plain to me and to everyone else? He would've seen it. But he doesn't see it because he doesn't feel the same way.

You looked at me like I broke your heart, yet I didn't know you at all.

He didn't think of her individual traits, he didn't think of the details of her hair, or her eyes, or her body. He thought of her as a whole, as an entity that enthralled him, which he could not blink away; one whole person, human, heartfelt, and real.

a veces ya no sé distinguir lo que es verdad de lo que no lo es.

Alexander was silent. "Now you're really tiny," he said at last. "I'm not tiny," she returned. "You're just outsized." Blushing, she lowered her gaze.

There were other things,too, to ask him. Always she tries to be less forward. Always she tried to find the right thing to say and didn't trust the etiquette pendulum swinging in her head, so she simply said nothing, which was perceived either as painful shyness of haughtiness. Dasha never had that problem. She just said the first thing that came into her head. Tatiana knew she needed to rust her inner voice more. It was certainly loud enough

We wouldn't worry nearly as much about what others thought of us if we recognize how seldom they do.

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.

The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.

All women have a perception much more developed than men. So all women somehow, being repressed for so many millennia, they ended up by developing this sixth sense and contemplation and love. And this is something that we have a hard time to accept as part of our society.

Don't waste time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear.

The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.

Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

Time does not always pass at the same speed. We are the ones who determine that speed.

One cannot conceive of objectivity without subjectivity.

How can I enter into dialogue if I always project ignorance onto others and never perceive my own?...How can I enter into dialogue if I am closed to - and even offended by - the contribution of others? At the point of encounter there are neither yet ignoramuses nor perfect sages; there are only people who are attempting, together, to learn more than they now know.