Quotes About Perspective

I am not a pessimist. I suffer and I complain, but I don't know if suffering is the general rule or if it is human to suffer... I am not a pessimist, I am merely sad.

Life is whatever we conceive it to be. For the farmer who considers his field to be everything, the field is an empire. For a Caesar whose empire is still not enough, the empire is a field. The poor man possesses an empire, the great man a field. All that we truly possess are our own sensations; it is in them, rather than in what they sense, that we must base our life's reality.

Tenemos todos dos vidas: la verdadera, que es la que soñamos en la infancia, y que continuamos soñando, adultos en un sustrato de niebla; la falsa, que es la que vivimos en convivencia con los demás, que es la práctica, la útil, aquella en que terminan por meternos en un cajón.

All I want from myself is to observe life. There's a glass sheet between me and it. I want the glass to be perfectly clear, so that it will in no way hinder my examination of what's behind it, but I always want the glass.

Io stesso, che soffoco dove sono e perchè sono, dove mai respirerei meglio se la malattia è nei miei polmoni e non nelle cose che mi circondano?

Para cualquier espíritu científicamente constituido, ver en una cosa más de lo que puede verse es ver menos la cosa en sí. Lo que materialmente crece, espiritualmente disminuye.

Cada uno de nosotros somos dos y cuando dos personas se encuentran, se aproximan, se mezclan, es raro que las cuatro puedan estar de acuerdo. El hombre que sueña en cada hombre que actúa, si tantas veces se enfada con el hombre que actúa, ¿cómo no se va a enfadar con el hombre que actúa y el hombre que sueña en el otro?

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.

Since all stoicism is really just a harsher form of epicureanism, I want as far as possible to enjoy my misfortune.

Eu nu m? plâng de lume.Nu protestez în numele universului.Nu sunt pesimist.Eu suf?r ÅŸi plâng,dar nu ÅŸtiu dac? ceea ce exist? în general e suferin??,nici nu ÅŸtiu dac? e omeneÅŸte s? suferi.Suf?r,îns? nu ÅŸtiu dac? pe bun? dreptate.Eu nu sunt pesimist,sunt trist.

Quien no ve bien una palabra , no puede ver bien un alma.

Have you ever thought, O Other, how invisible we are to each other? Have you already pondered how little we know each other? We see each other and do not see each other. We hear each other, and we each hear only a voice inside us. The words of others are errors in our hearing, shipwrecks in our understanding. How confidently we believe in our interpretation of other people's words.

Men and objects share a common abstract destiny: to be of equally insignificant value in the algebra of life's mystery.

If the tree is more interesting to me than the man, I'm sorrier to see the tree felled than to see the man die. There are departing sunsets that grieve me more than the deaths of children. If I'm unfeeling, it's so that I can feel.

Let us absurdify life from east to west

Wise is the man who has the potential for height in his muscles but who renounces climbing in his consciousness. By virtue of his gaze, he has all hills, and by virtue of his position, all valleys. The sun that gilds the summits will gild them more for him than for someone at the top who must endure the bright light; and the palace perched high in the woods will be more beautiful for those who see it from the valley than for those who, imprisoned in its rooms, forget it.

I am the size of what I see And not the size of my stature.

Nadie comprende a otro. Somos, como dijo el poeta, islas en el mar de la vida.

And the palace perched high in the woods will be more beautiful for those who see it from the valley than for those who, imprisoned in its rooms, forget it. I take comfort in these reflections, since I can't take comfort in life.

I reread? A lie! I don't dare reread. I can't reread. What good would it do me to reread? The person in the writing is someone else. I no longer understand a thing…

La gran dificultad que presenta para mi orgullo el contemplar paisajes es la circunstancia dolorosa de que seguro que ya alguien los ha contemplado con la misma intención.

Il Destino è come una persona che smette di importunarci quando si accorge che non diamo importanza a ciò che fa.

Io però non ho mai preteso di dire la verità a nessuno, da una parte perché non serve a niente, e dall'altra perché non la conosco. Mio fratello maggiore, Dio onnipotente, credo che neppure lui la conosca, ma queste , tuttavia, sono questioni di famiglia.

To see all the things that happen to us as accidents or incidents from a novel, which we read not with our eyes but with life. Only with this attitude can we overcome the mischief of each day and the fickleness of events.