Quotes About Perception

Así cómo los objetos permanecen en el cuarto aunque desaparezcan de la vista una vez apagada la luz, los ausentes rondan, tenaces, aún cuando no se piense en ellos.

been extolling for the last twenty minutes, then fixed me with a polite stare. "Is something wrong?" I opened my mouth

You reach thirty-five as a single woman, and you're branded either militantly independent or just plain pathetic. But a single thirty-five-year-old man—now, he's the hottest thing going. An eligible bachelor.

They watched him walk away. Now, there's a fascinating fellow, Adele breathed. So charming, Pippa's grandmother sighed. He minces, Pippa said.

No one else in the wide world, since the dawn of time, has ever seen the world as you do, or can explain it as you can. This is what you have to offer that no one else can.

Since there is so much that you know about me, can you tell me something about yourself? Some true thing? She asked, watching him, realizing that she knew nothing of the actual man that hid beneath the blandly smiling, smooth exterior that he presented. Some true thing? He laughed. Oh my dear, there is no true thing about me at all.

You speak almost as well as a man. It will be a novelty to make love to a woman who seems to have a man's mind.

What is there, Owain wondered aloud, to the sky above him and the soil below, persuades this man still that my words do not mean what they seem to mean in sane men's ears?

A pine needle fell in the forest. The hawk saw it. The deer heard it. The white bear smelled it

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears.' Well, she has opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say she blinds people. What she does is the contrary-she fastens their eyelids open, so they're never again in the blessed darkness.

And all the while, I suppose, he thought, real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them ...

It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

You thought I was a lovelorn mistress and I was really just an expensive prostitute.

Most timidities have such secret compensations and Miss Bart was discerning enough to know that the inner vanity is generally in proportion to the outer self depreciation.

We are expected to be pretty and well-dressed until we drop.

He had a confused sense that she must have cost a great deal to make, that a great many dull and ugly people must, in some mysterious way, have been sacrificed to produce her.

The greatest mistake is to think that we ever know why we do things...I suppose the nearest we can ever come to it is by getting what old people call 'experience.' But by the time we've got that we're no longer the persons who did the things we no longer understand. The trouble is, I suppose, that we change every moment; and the things we did stay.

and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

You never did ask each other anything, did you? And you never told each other anything. You just sat and watched each other, and guessed at what was going on underneath. A deaf-and-dumb asylum, in fact!