There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.
There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.
You could start a fire with the heat between you two." "You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.