Quotes about Perception

We had expected three cots in our room, but found one large lumpy bed, a very worn carpet and a single overhead light. "You mean this is what these people got out of their revolution?" Martha daintily picked her way around the room. "Someone should tell them that they're about due for another." She wrinkled her pretty face in distaste. Ethel

My eyes absorb the world's variety and uniqueness.

But they talked, and from the side of the building where I waited for the ground to open up and swallow me, I heard the soft-voiced Mrs. Flowers and the textured voice of my grandmother merging and melting.

When someone shows you who they are, believe them.

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleeve to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies

His room smelled of cooked grease, Lysol, and age, but his face believed the freshness of his words, and I had no heart nor art to drag him back to the reeking reality of our life and times.

when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time

I think that everyone thought that the Depression like everything else, was for the white-folks, so it had nothing to do with them.

We don't need to eliminate all our reactions to people and problems. Reactions can be useful. They help us identify what we like and what feels good. They help us identify problems in and around us. But most of us react too much. And much of what we react to is nonsense. It isn't all that important, and it doesn't merit the time and attention we're giving it. Some of what we react to is other people's reactions to us.

It's not what we don't know that hurts us," people say. "It's what we believe is true that isn't that does the damage." There

Sometimes when we meet other people—and even after we've gotten to know them—all we see is the tip of the iceberg when we look at their lives. We don't understand the things that are driving them, the unresolved issues from their pasts, and the depth of pain they're in now.

if Lena hadn't already given up on old ideals of faith and God's goodness, she might've even wondered if Moira could possibly be an angel in disguise.