Quotes About Perspective

no man, is ever happy, no one.

It's always hard when you've known a person a long time and then you have to recognise that you have nothing left in common but your memories.

How dare you suppose that I don't know who you are or what you are? That I don't understand what I see? Do you take me for some kind of besotted schoolboy? It is unspeakable ! You could weigh as much as a hippopotamus and shave your head and wear a wig and it wouldn't make a difference to me. I never said you were beautiful. I never thought it. I said that you were you .

One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one's one,' said Aunt Hilda

Please, God,' Ruth would pray, 'don't let me be competitive. Let me realize what a privilege it is to study. Let me remember that knowledge must be pursued for its own sake and please, please stop me wanting to beat Verena Plackett in the exams.' She prayed hard and she meant what she said. But God was busy that autumn as the International Brigade came back, defeated, from Spain, Hitler's bestialities increased, and sparrows everywhere continued to fall.

Sometimes life makes you older than your age.

How could something as significant to one person mean so little to another?

yet it was just as it is when you go back to a place from childhood – both exactly the same and quite different.

One of the few comforts I have when looking at images of distant suffering is the hope that the starving child with flies on his face doesn't know how pathetic he is. If all he knows is misery, maybe his suffering isn't as bad.

To know the history of science is to recognize the mortality of any claim to universal truth.

When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.

News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read.

Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified.

It would be a dull world if we all thought alike.

Up to a point, Lord Copper.

I have left behind illusion,' I said to myself. 'Henceforth I live in a world of three dimensions - with the aid of my five senses.' I have since learned that there is no such world, but then, as the car turned out of sight of the house, I thought it took no finding, but lay all about me at the end of the avenue.

He lit his cigar and sat back at peace with the world; I, too, was at peace in another world than his. We both were happy. He talked of Julia and I heard his voice, unintelligible at a great distance, like a dog's barking miles away on a still night.

Free as air; that's what they say- free as air. Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in Old Maid; the player who is finally with it has lost.

Here I am,' I thought, 'back from the jungle, back from the ruins. Here, where wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity.

He was fortified by a memory which kept only the good things and rejected the ill. Despite his sorrows, he had had a fair share of joys and these were ever fresh and accessible.

The day before I would have said: 'There aren't two sides'; that day I said, 'No, I'm with you.

The Second World War wasn't bad provided you were with nice people.

Why must you see everything secondhand? Why must this be a play? Why must my conscience be a pre-Raphelite picture?