Perception quotes

Welcome to our Perception quotes page! Here, you will find a collection of insightful and thought-provoking quotes that explore the intriguing concept of perception. As humans, our perception shapes our understanding of the world around us. It influences how we interpret events, communicate with others, and make decisions.

Throughout history, philosophers, psychologists, and thinkers from various disciplines have contemplated the nature of perception. They have delved into questions such as: How does perception influence our reality? How do our senses shape the way we experience the world? How does our perception affect our relationships and interactions with others?

On this page, you will encounter quotes from renowned figures who have offered their unique perspectives on perception. These quotes encompass a wide range of topics, including the power of perception, the limits of our senses, the role of bias and prejudice in perception, and the importance of introspection and self-awareness. Whether you are seeking inspiration, reflection, or simply a deeper understanding of the human experience, our Perception quotes page is sure to provide you with plenty to contemplate.

So, take a moment to explore the Perception category and allow these quotes to challenge your own perception, broaden your horizons, and encourage you to see the world through a different lens.

Beauty is a question of optics. All sight is illusion.
My books standing there on the shelf do not know that I have written them.
Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.
We (the indivisible divinity that works in us) have dreamed the world. We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture so as to know that it is false.
Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.
You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.
Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.
You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.
Yet the fact had no consciousness of itself except through me.
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
One man's insanity is another man's genius; someday the world will recognize the genius in my insanity.
The earth we inhabit is an error, an incompetent parody. Mirrors and paternity are abominable because they multiply and affirm it.
Then I reflect that all things happen, happen to one, precisely now. Century follows century, and things happen only in the present. There are countless men in the air, on land and at sea, and all that really happens happens to me.
I confess that I have not cleared a path through all seven hundred pages, I confess to having examined only bits and pieces, and yet I know what it is, with that bold and legitimate certainty with which we assert our knowledge of a city, without ever having been rewarded with the intimacy of all the many streets it includes.
Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.
We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
The European and the North American consider that a book that has been awarded any kind of prize must be good; the Argentine allows for the possibility that the book might not be bad, despite the prize.
He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.
A writer - and, I believe, generally all persons - must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.
It seemed incredible to me that day without premonitions or symbols should be the one of my inexorable death .
It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.
As a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight.
Canada is so far away it hardly exists.
The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconcievable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle.
I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future . . . I felt myself to be, for an unknown period of time, an abstract perceiver of the world.
I am attracted to fantastic writing, and fantastic reading, of course. But I think things that we call fantastic may be real, in the sense of being real symbols.