Quotes About Perspective

La vida me había enseñado que era mejor no pedirle demasiado. Lo que acabábamos de vivir era como un regalo. Y ya está, ya lo habíamos abierto.

My little dog, he did not get ill. It is so funny that people get ill on a boat and dogs do not.

After all, nobody else ever made a sketch of the dishes in your sink. That you probably can't think of a similar image is also helpful.

In addition, you can be sure your drawing of your surroundings will have a modest degree of originality. After all, nobody else ever made a sketch of the dishes in your sink. That you probably can't think of a similar image is also helpful.

You get so close to, and so wound up in, what you are trying to do that you can lose perspective. Your mind may trick you into seeing what you want to see, not what is really there.

Think of submitting our measure to the advice of politicians! I would as soon submit the subject of the equality of a goose to a fox.

I had a curious feeling that I was living on several planes simultaneously; the overlapping of these planes was confusing.

I guess as long as people think of me for different ages, I'll trust their opinion. I remember noticing one year that Michelle Monaghan played 34 and 19, so I've kind of clung to that as my justification that I can be Jake Gyllenhaal's wife and a freshman in college in the same year.

Queste feste sono una fatica terribile, se le godono solo i giovani. In quanto a noi, alla nostra età, non c'è più niente che possa portarci consolazione. Servire, servire fino alla morte, ecco quanto ci rimane. E tutto quanto facciamo, è per gli altri.

If I said that I couldn't live without Tom, it wouldn't be true. Of course I can live without him. It's just that it isn't going to be much fun.

But if we learn to think of it as anticipation, as learning, as growing, if we think of the time we spend waiting for the big things of life as an opportunity instead of a passing of time, what wonderful horizons open out!

You find happiness where you find it.

When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.

This is why you can with pleasure come back and back and back to a landscape; it is never the same. It is at the same time unchanging and ephemeral, timeless yet particular.

Think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.

Every story has already been told. Once you've read Anna Karenina, Bleak House, The Sound and the Fury, To Kill a Mockingbird and A Wrinkle in Time, you understand that there is really no reason to ever write another novel. Except that each writer brings to the table, if she will let herself, something that no one else in the history of time has ever had." [ Commencement Speech ; Mount Holyoke College, May 23, 1999]

I wondered why I hadn't loved that day more, why I hadn't savored every bit of it...why I hadn't known how good it was to live so normally, so everyday. But you only know that, I suppose, after it's not normal and every day any longer.

I want My children's eyes set on Me, hoping in Me, not looking at the passing panorama of earthly events being played out before them. I want them to look beyond, to look up, to see at last the distant shore toward which they are sailing, filling their hearts and minds, their eyes and ears with Me. This will bring the hope that gives peace.

God had nothing to do with it, or only as much as He has something to do with everything. It was all just as I imagined it would be. A huge lot of hocus-pocus. For hours they put me to the acid test. Except I never imagined that they would sit there and write down all the rubbish I was spouting, and that after that I had to write my name under it, saying that I myself had really spouted all that.

True, all the streets and roads are very clean, and the school has been freshly painted, but why does that cow have to pull a wagon even though she's pregnant? Why is that child who has filled her apron with grass looking around in fear? And, of course, if you're driving through or looking down from an airplane, you can't see farmer Wurz sitting on his milking stool in the dark barn.

Sometimes, when we look back on a great day as a kid, I wonder was it really as perfect as that, or have I just made it that way in my head . . .

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky' Rabindranath Tagore

That was life, wasn't it? It didn't seem like you were falling.

A hundred years ago, this City[...]'s energy production, its food and fuel, came from all over the world, often traveling thousands of miles. People used energy just to ship more energy to the places that needed it. When you're high on fossil fuel fumes, I guess almost anything can make sense.