Quotes About Perspective

I gave you books. You gave me plants. Books live. Plants die.

Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth.

Life in San Francisco is still just life. If you want one thing too much it's likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk—and

I sometimes think the sexual organs were put there to keep the human race humble, she said. They've certainly kept me humble.

You're the only man I know whose brain don't work unless it's in the shade.

I think we spent our best years fighting on the wrong side.

I suppose she's just dying of living--that's the one infection that strikes us all down, sooner or later.

Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity—they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits.

No, but I have passed the point in life where I expect to be satisfied," Augustus said. "At least I don't expect to be satisfied with much. When it comes right down to it, Woodrow, I guess my own cooking beats anything I've come across in this life.

If you want one thing too much it's likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk

He ought to let the past keep its glow and not try to mix it with what he had in the present.

It ain't dying I'm talking about, it's living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live." ~spoken by Augustus McCrae ? Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

Every time Roscoe tried to think back along the line of events that had led to his being in a place where there was no trees to lean against, he strayed off the line and soon got all tangled up in his thinking. It was probably better not to try and think back down the line of life.

It's just that it's fearsome for a man to have a woman start thinking right in front of him. It always leads to trouble.

He didn't understand why women had such a need to question. He himself preferred just to let life happen, and act when opportunity arose.

He gathers information that we can't see, and puts it together.

I don't sing about myself. I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don't belong to me . . . They belong to those who hear them.

Ever since he was a little boy, he had always tried to make things sound better than they actually were.

Somewhere along the Rio Concho, he had stopped feeling that he lived in a world where ledgers mattered.

What would you know about anything, Jasper?" Augustus asked. "Age don't slow a man's whoring. It's lack of income that does that. No more prosperous than you look, I wouldn't think you'd know much about it.

He himself had once been a man of firm opinion, but now it seemed to him that he knew almost nothing, whereas the words Clara flung at him were hard as rocks.

It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice you were into an argument and they were telling you what was going to happen.

I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live." Call

Aurora could not recall that she had been precisely heartbroken - her heart had never had time to get focused exactly - but for several years thereafter she did feel that life was a comedown in some respects.