Quotes About Perspective

It's been a pretty fun ride, to tell you the truth.

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The single most important way to win over panic attacks is to respond to them from a different point of view. To get better, you don't struggle with anxiety, you don't try to get rid of the uncomfortable sensations, you don't avoid threatening situations. You choose to take a different attitude toward them. With this new attitude in place, you will know what actions to take.

There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.

Answers are like opium: the more you imbibe, the more you need. Which is why the sober man finds solace in mystery.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga's supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

The world is a circle that possesses as many centres as it does men.

Like most women you are riddled with the missionary instinct, that always seeks to change a man's nature and make it a little higher than the angels; whereas a man knows he can't remake any woman, and if his wife doesn't suit him, he accepts her as she is or goes out and finds another.

You, Nazhuret, once of Sordaling, are the lens of the world: the lens through which the world may become aware of itself. The world, on the other hand, is the only lens in which you can see yourself. It is both lenses together that make vision.

If I say, "You are wrong for judging people" then by my own standard I am wrong for judging you.

One of the most important truths about the war, as indeed about all human affairs, is that people can interpret what happens to them only in the context of their own experiences. . . . The fact that the plight of other people was worse than one's own did little to promote personal stoicism.

As far as I can tell, it doesn't make any difference to adults how clever children are. They always stick together. Unless you are sick or dying or mortally wounded, they will always side with the other adult.

What, should we get rid of our ignorance, the very substance of our lives, merely in order to understand one another?

About women, Chanakya says that, as compared to men, their diet is twice as much, modesty is four times, courage is six times and desire for sex is eight times.

If there is anything that will make us blush in heaven, it will be the realization of how much we were loved on this earth-but didn't appreciate it.

Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.

Can you see the holiness in those things you take for granted – a paved road or a washing machine? If you concentrate on finding what is good in every situation, you will discover that your life will suddenly be filled with gratitude, a feeling that nurtures the soul.

God is like a mirror. The mirror never changes, but everybody who looks at it sees something different.

A horse walks down the middle of the road. A human being, on the other hand, sticks to one extreme or the other.

What happens is of little significance compared with the stories we tell ourselves about what happens. Events matter little, only stories of events affect us.

The eye always fills in the imperfections.

When I read a book, I try my best, not always successfully, to let the wall crumble just a bit, the barricade that separates me from the book. I try to be involved. I am Raskalnikov. I am K. I am Humbert and Lolita. I am you. If you read these pages and think I'm the way I am because I lived through a civil war, you can't feel my pain. If you believe you're not like me because one woman, and only one, Hannah, chose to be my friend, then you're unable to empathize.

By remaining constrained in one's environment or country or family, one has little chance of being other than the original prescription. By leaving, one gains a perspective, a distance of both space and time, which is essential for writing about family or home, in any case.

Transmuting this sandy metaphor, if literature is my sandbox, then the real world is my hourglass—an hourglass that drains grain by grain.