Quotes About Perspective

A merda de um cara é o adubo de outro.

Cubism. Seeing beyond what is on the surface. Moving both eyes and a nose to the side of the face. Dicing bodies and tables and guitars as if they were celery sticks, and rearranging them so that you have to really see them to see them.

I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting.

Picasso sure had a thing for naked women. Why not draw them with their clothes on? Who sits around without a shirt on, plucking a mandolin? Why not draw naked guys, just to be fair? Naked women is art, naked guys a no-no, I bet. Probably because most painters are men.

He says we will graduate knowing how to read and write because we'll spend a million hours learning how to read and write. Why not spend that time on art: painting, sculpting, charcoal, pastel, oils? Are words or numbers more important than images? Who decided this? Does algebra move you to tears? (Hands raise, thinking he wants answers.) Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!!!

I HEARD BULLETS WHISTLE AND BELIEVE ME, THERE IS SOMETHING CHARMING IN THE SOUND. —LETTER FROM THE TWENTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD GEORGE WASHINGTON DESCRIBING HIS FIRST TASTE OF BATTLE T

One guy's crap is another guy's fertilizer

Her eyes were tired, but we're seniors. All seniors have dead eyes.

There is one good thing about not eating," I said. "What would that be?" Greenlaw asked. "We've got nothing to fart with.

The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one moment we are bot failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds. For one breath everything feels better.

Mi sgridano perché non riesco a vedere quello che vedono loro.

Rich people scorn the way the poor buy lottery tickets, but what would you pay for an hour of untainted hope, of happiness unfettered? If the ticket had my mother's name on it I'd dance across minefields for the chance.

Mom, picking out bits of grain from roll: You're alive because of Dr. Parker. Lia, bleeding where they can't see: Stop exaggerating.

Now, I'm sure you are thinking, were they really children, or were they adults who hadn't eaten protein or calcium in so many years that their bone structure was actually in an advanced state of atrophy and they appeared much smaller than people who eat food?

Travel broadens, they say. My personal experience has been that, in the short term at any rate, it merely flattens, aiming its steam-roller of deadlines and details straight at one's daily life, leaving a person flat and gasping at its passage.

To continue with the analogy, my perspective, my brush technique, my use of colour and shade, are all entirely different from his. The subject is essentially the same; it is the eyes and the hands of the artist that change.

A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty. —RUDYARD KIPLING (1865–1936)

Oh, that's my fault,' I told Goodheart. 'I hate haggling over a pittance. It always seems so rude. And these people have so little, compared to us.' I was interested to hear the committed Communist sniff in disgust at my willingness to share the wealth.

I wouldn't mention that to him, if I were you.> < Ah, but if you /were/ me, perhaps you would.> --Pirate King, chapter 9

Life, I'd heard someone say, is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. It seemed to me that it was both at once, even for those of us who don't do much of either.

You know what I realized?" "What?" "Most of the people I know are dead. I guess that happens

I looked down into my glass. It held club soda, but the way I was gazing into it you'd have thought it was filled with something stronger. I used to stare like that into glasses of whiskey, as if they contained coded answers. All they did was dissolve the questions, but there was a time when that was enough.

It took a while to tell but it hadn't taken all that long to live;