Quotes About Perspective

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,' Mrs. Morris told her. I've heard that proverb all my life, said Myra Murray, and I wonder if it's true. Perhaps the birds in the bush could sing and the one in the hand couldn't.

But we can't have things perfect in this imperfect world, as Mrs. Lynde says. Mrs. Lynde isn't exactly a comforting person sometimes, but there's no doubt she says a great many very true things.

If you buy your experience it's your own. So it's no matter how much you pay for it. Somebody else's experience can never be yours. Well, it's a funny old world.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

Girls, sometimes I feel as if those exams meant everything, but when I look at the big buds swelling on those chestnut trees and the misty blue air at the end of the streets they don't seem half so important.

You have the whole world at your doorstep here, said John Meredith, with a long breath. What a view—what an outlook! At times I feel stifled down there in the Glen. You can breathe up here.

Mrs Lynde was complaining the other day that it wasn't much of a world. She said whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed… that nothing ever came up to your expectations. Well, perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either… they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

Aunt Elizabeth, said Katherine one day, does anybody ever die in Harbour Hill? Because it doesn't seem to me it would be any change for them if they did.

Robert Baxter isn't often known to tell the truth." "Come, come, Cornelia, I think he generally tells the truth, but he changes his opinion so often it sometimes sounds as if he didn't.

Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence.

To see things as they really were--what an empoverishment!

El pasado es un país extranjero: allí las cosas se hacen de manera distinta.

The conversation of the gods! - I didn't resent or feel aggrieved because I couldn't understand it. I was the smallest of the planets, and if I carried messages between them and I couldn't always understand, that was in order too: they were something in a foreign language - star-talk.

Well, they don't talk to me very much, I said. You see, they're all grown up, and they have grown-up games like whist and lawn tennis, and talking, you know, just for the sake of talking (this seemed a strange pursuit to me).

at thirty-two she had less dating experience than the average high school student.

Unfounded gossip can turn into sanctioned history if falls into the hands of the right storyteller.

Nothing new has ever happened to a son of Adam, she said. Everything has already been lived and everything has already been told. If only we listened to the stories.

Nothing new has ever happened to aq son of Adam, she said. Everything has already been lived and everything has already been told. If only we listened to the stories.

I was preoccupied only with the price of things and neglected to consider their value.

I was a thirty-eight-year-old man, so I had plenty of time to consider the world through the eyes of someone else: yet that someone had rarely been a woman.

I often lamented the wicked turns my life had taken, but I rarely considered how much I had to be thankful for, how I had survived so long where so many others had perished

the gallery takes this in, Katherine briefly imagines the article in the pages of the Sioux City Journal: How is it possible their former high school debate champion, who has succeeded in the world and achieved so much, could allow herself to be bamboozled by a dog eater? How is it possible she could be the unquestioning fiancée of a murderer for twelve years? What kind of a character witness will she make? Obviously, she lost perspective on Dagou's character long ago.

What losing does is, it restores the perspective.