Quotes About Perspective

Change is just a bend in the road, not the end of the road.

Travel is very subjective. What one person loves, another loathes.

The third section tells the rest of the story also from the cross's perspective, vividly elaborating its feelings as it is pierced with nails, spat upon, then cast aside. The poem concludes when the original narrator awakens. The cross charges him to hold it in awe, share the vision with others, and to follow the path to righteousness.

The story is always better than your ability to write it.

The big difference between my mom and me-- besides the fact that she is dead normal and I'm a magic-handling freak-- is that she's the real thing. She may have a slight problem seeing other people's points of view, but she's honest about it. She's a brass-bound bitch because she believes she knows best. I'm a brass-bound bitch because I don't want anyone getting close enough to find out what a whiny little knot of naked nerve endings I really am.

She thinks: I resent being different from men when men are defining that difference. She thinks: Do I resent being different from men when I and other women are defining the difference? Do I resent that difference if a singular power is not at work to enforce it, but our multiple powers are at work to explore it?

There is an old joke about a nearsighted man who has lost his keys late at night and is looking for them by the light of a street lamp. Another person comes along and offers to help him look but asks him, "Are you sure this is where you lost them?" He answers, "No, but this is where the light is.

There are more colors in the crayon box than black and white, hotshot," she countered. "Everyone's got their own agenda, and I do mean everyone. And it's rarely the one they let you see. But

Condemnation feels good and it is now a staple of religion, politics, and the media (both left and right), but it changes nothing. Compassion, on the other hand, changes everything. (p. 121)

Not all preaching can be a healing balm. If we are true to the gospel, some of it will disturb, disorient, and even distress listeners.

Thank God I could say that I had truly enjoyed the journey, because if I had saved all of my joy for the destination, I would have missed it. We are all so focused on getting "there," but you have to be careful. Sometimes, I sense a lot of times, "there" ends up feeling different than you expected.

Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. That's why I always give people the benefit of the doubt; it's one of my rules to live by.

I bet if we all threw our problems in a huge pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is about. That's why I always give people the benefit of the doubt; it's one of my rules to live by. There may be a reason why someone is having a bad day, there's often something that we can't see. She is not necessarily a bad person, just someone facing a bad situation.

Cancer was nothing more than a chapter in my life's story. It would never be my life's story.

To call something unremarkable simply because it happens every day and is commonly available is harmful to the enthusiasm and depth with which we can live.

A little sadness is good for everyone. It's da only way ya gets to happiness. If you happy all da time, you gots nuttin' to compare it wit. No, sorrow is a gift, Charlotte. You takes it, you tip your hat to it, an' den ya moves on. But ya gots to acknoledge it or else it will have ya fo breakfast. Give sadness its due and move on.

If Michelangelo had been straight, the Sistine Chapel would have been wallpapered.

Maybe there is no such thing as rain; there are only raindrops, each with its own story.

Maybe there is no such thing as time; there are only moments, each with its own story.

Of course you should write about it. It's supposed to be shared, otherwise how can it work? We've been waiting five hundred years for people to listen. If they'd understood the Thanksgiving then, we wouldn't be in this mess.

restoring a habitat, no matter how well intentioned, produces casualties. We set ourselves up as arbiters of what is good when often our standards of goodness are drive by narrow interests, by what we want.

I'm told that the Chinese character for catastrophe is the same as that which represents opportunity.

To be heard, you must speak the language of the one you want to listen.

Saying it makes a living land into "natural resources." If a maple is an it, we can take up the chain saw. If a maple is a her, we think twice.