Quotes About Perception

I opened my eyes as if to a new beginning; nothing I saw was familiar to me, my head was empty, no thoughts, everything quite clean and the sky transparently blue, and I didn't know what I was called or even recognize my own body. Unnamed, I floated around looking at the world for the first time and felt it strangely illuminated and glassily beautiful...

I can understand that,' Jim said. And Tommy

U bent hier blijkbaar al een poosje niet meer geweest,' zei hij in steenkolenzweeds. 'Dat cafe is al twee jaar dicht', en ik dacht, waarom denken Denen altijd dat alle Noren Zweden zijn en waarom spreken ze dan zo ongelooflijk slecht Zweeds. Er zijn verdomme toch drie landen in Scandinavie.

Basil was happy to have me home. He considered the manner in which I ignored him a kind of attention. He and I were not so different.

Ted looked at Everett's face. "Percival Everett. Didn't you write a book called Erasure ?" Everett nodded. "I didn't like it," Ted said. "Nor I," Everett said. "I didn't like writing it, and I didn't like it when I was done with it." "Well, actually, I loved the novel in the novel. I thought that story was real gripping. You know, true to life." "I've heard that.

At the time of this writing, I do not know whether I will live much longer, and you don't know what I'm talking about.

Did state troopers shift their pistols from hip to hip to avoid becoming lopsided?

Money, Mississippi, looks exactly like it sounds. Shall I stop him?

It's a bitch, ain't it? The things we assume.

You sound like a physicist," she said. "There's no need to be insulting.

The lie felt good because I had taken control of the narrative around me. The

She stared at the television. "Why is it that after all the bullets have bounced off Superman's chest, he then ducks when the villain throws the empty gun at him?

People should know, understand that not all Thursdays are the same.

He hath awakened from the dream of life.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

Thou art unseen—but yet I hear thy shrill delight.

In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

All things exist as they are perceived: at least in relation to the percipient. 'The mind is its own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.' But poetry defeats the curse which binds us to be subjected to the accident of surrounding impressions. And whether it spreads its own figured curtain or withdraws life's dark veil from before the scene of things, it equally creates for us a being within our being.

Poets, the best of them, are a very chameleonic race; they take the colour not only of what they feed on, but of the very leaves under which they pass

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

I had rather not have any more of my hopes and illusions mocked by sad realities.

I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows it is divine.

Among the haunts of humankind, hard-featured men, or with proud, angry looks, or cold, staid gait, or false and hollow smiles, or the dull sneer of self-loved ignorance, or other such foul masks, with which ill thoughts hide that fair being whom we spirits call man.