Quotes About Perspective

I think most people are confused about life, because it's not just one thing going on," said Elner. "It's many things going on at the same time. Life is both sad and happy, simple and complex, all at the same time.

Marry a nearsighted man and you'll never look old.

Your mother formed an incorrect opinion of you and, naturally, you agreed with her. Children always think their parents are right. But in this case, your mother was entirely wrong.

They always said, that once you've been to Milwaukee, you're never the same.

Nous vivons dans un monde merveilleux, avec un seul problème : les gens.

Look at me...and tell me what you see.' Norma put her pencil down and studied him. 'You look just like you always did, Macky, only older.' 'How much older?' 'You look... oh, I don't know, Macky, you look the same to me as you always did. I don't know what you look like. Go look for yourself in the mirror.' 'I want an objective view. I see myself every day.' 'Well, I see you every day too. How am I supposed to know what you look like?

I'm telling you, Dena, when you live long enough to see your children begin to look at you with different eyes, and you can look at them not as your children, but as people, it's worth getting older with all the creaks and wrinkles." PACKAGE FOR ALICE POINT CLEAR, ALABAMA PETE THE MAILMAN WALKED TO SOOKIE'S DOOR AND KNOCKED JUST AS Lenore was coming up the stairs with a sack of B & B pecans she had picked up for Sookie.

Once you've been to Milwaukee, you're never the same.

Glimpses of World History

Americans speak few languages, know little about foreign cultures, and remain unconvinced that they need to rectify this.

The marsh toads interviewed the eagle 'How come you venture so high? Aren't you scared you'll hit the ceiling That blue metal dome they call the sky?' The eagle knew these earth-bound creatures Were ignorant of boundless space And couldn't conceive of infinities Not being born to the wind's embrace." From Bachchoo's Fables

Truly, books are wonderful things; to sit alone in a room and laugh and cry, because you are reading, and still be safe when you close the book; and having finished it, discover you are changed, yet unchanged!

When you're with a man, no one tells you he's a creep; they don't like to; they think, well, that's her choice, perhaps ours isn't up to much either; how will we ever be sure, in this polite world? In other words, as we all know, one woman's creep is another's true love, and just as well.

Ricos y pobres, parece que los estadounidenses ven la bancarrota como un «derecho inalienable», casi en igualdad de condiciones con «la vida, la libertad y la búsqueda de la felicidad».

I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.

To have opinions is to sell out to youself. To have no opinions is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.

Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

what has happened to us has happened to everyone or only us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood.

Have you ever considered, beloved other, how invisible we are to each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside out self. The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe OUR meanings of other people's words.

Life is whatever we conceive it to be.

Everything stated or expressed by man is a note in the margin of a completely erased text. From what's in the note we can extract the gist of what must have been in the text, but there's always a doubt, and the possible meanings are many.

The cause of my profound sense of incompatibility with others is, I believe, that most people think with their feelings, whereas I feel with my thoughts. For the ordinary man, to feel is to live, and to think is to know how to live. For me, to think is to live, and to feel is merely food for thought.

Let's absurdify life, from east to west. Let us play hide-and-seek with our consciousness of living.

Life is whatever we make it. The traveller is the journey. What we see is not what we see but who we are. (76)