Quotes About Perspective

The thing is to be happy," he said. "No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn't believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, and you're just there, going along easy in the world." Now, good-bye.

It was a most insistent place but nobody seemed to be overwhelmed by all the insistence.

That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.

said that I had considered what he was saying, but no. "The thing is to be happy," he said. "No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn't believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, and you're just there, going along easy in the world.

Mi spiegò che, essendo possibile soffrire solo guardando indietro al proprio passato, oppure avanti, al futuro, lei aveva risolto il problema isolando l'esperienza di ogni istante: ogni singolo istante, disse, era carico di un silenzio assoluto. Ci ho provato, sono disposta a provare di tutto, ma non ho capito come funziona.

Sex meant nothing to him, or at any rate it did not mean what it meant (had meant) to her...

Inside that self we knew, which might at times appear blurred a bit, or sidetracked, she kept her younger selves strenuous and hopeful; scenes from the past were liable to pop up any time, like lantern slides, against the cluttered fabric of the present.

The thing that was your bright treasure. You don't think about it. A loss you could not contemplate at one time, and now it becomes something you can barely remember

Ch?ng ph?i h?u h?t con ng??i ai cÅ©ng c?m th?y th?, không lúc này thì cÅ©ng lúc kia? Cô Ä'Æ¡n và b?t h?nh?

She hated to hear the word "escape" used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue about.

One's appreciation of meager comforts, it seems, depends on what misery one has gone through before getting them.

She doesn't mistake that for reality, and neither does she mistake anything else for reality, and this is how she knows that she is sane. Meneseteung

Everyone was wrong. She was not timid or acquiescent or natural or pure. When you died, of course, these wrong opinions were all there was left.

Estaba aprendiendo, con bastante retraso, lo que muchas personas de su entorno parecían saber desde la infancia: que la vida puede ser plena sin grandes éxitos. Podía rebosar de actividades que no

It seems so much the truth it is the truth; it's what I believe.

Yet those few hours filled her with an assurance that the life she was going back to, which seemed so makeshift and unsatisfactory, was only temporary and could easily be put up with.

He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.

Poison and medicine are often the same thing, given in different proportions

At fourteen my sister sailed away from me into a place I'd never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.

Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.

After a few days in heaven, I realized that the javelin-throwers and the shot-putters and the boys who played basketball on the cracked blacktop were all in their own version of heaven. Theirs just fit with mine- didn't duplicate it precisely, but had a lot of the same things going on inside. ~pg 17

To take the tops off all the houses and mingle our miseries was too simple a solution, I knew. Houses had windows with shades. Yards had gates and fences. There were carefully planned out sidewalks and roads, and these were the paths that, if you chose to go into someone else's reality, you had to be willing to walk. There were no shortcuts.

If you chose to go into someone else's reality, you had to be willing to walk. There were no shortcuts.

He had had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.