Quotes About Perspective

had felt time settle over itself, imbricate and fix into place the vertigo of future aligning with the present.

Between them was fifteen or so feet of frozen space, bounded by his window and hers, but it was as if the windows had liquefied, or else the air had, and his vision skewed and rippled and it was all he could do to put the Newport into gear and ease forward to let the next car in.

By age seventeen he'd convinced himself that every human he saw was a parasite, captive to the dictates of consumption. But as he reconstructs Zeno's translation, he realizes that the truth is infinitely more complicated, that we are all beautiful even as we are all part of the problem, and that to be a part of the problem is to be human.

one with a rifle and the other wearing headphones.

Gone or resolved to go; is there much difference?

the littlest streams, high on the mountain, small enough to dam with your hand, would eventually join the river, and that the river, though quick and violent, was but a drop in the eye of the great Ocean that encircles all the lands of the world, and contains every dream everyone has ever dreamed.

Sabe a maior lição da história? A história é aquilo que os vitoriosos determinam. Eis a lição. Seja qual for o vencedor, ele é quem decide a história.

A single fruit fly in his wine can send a black thread twisting through his mood that lingers for days.

Sabes cuál es la lección más importante d ela historia? Que solo la escriben los vencedores. Esa es la lección. El que decide el rumbo de la historia es el que gana.

Strange how suffering can look beautiful if you get far enough away.

Ce n'est pas la réalite.

You always think the barley is more plentiful in another man's field, but it's no better out there, Aethon, I promise you," said the crone. "Bandits wait around every corner to bash your skull and ghouls lurk in the shadows, hoping to drink your blood. Here you have cheese, wine, your friends, and your flock. What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek.

Because if it's told well enough, for as long as the story lasts, you get to slip the trap.

Whoever wins, that's who decides the history. We act in our own self-interest.

There are a thousand metaphors and all of them are inaccurate

Though it will seem simple at first, it's actually quite complicated. No, no, it will seem complicated at first, but it's actually quite simple.

uzmys?awia sobie, ?e prawda jest niesko?czenie bardziej skomplikowana, ?e wszyscy jeste?my pi?kni, nawet je?li wszyscy stanowimy cz??? problemu, i ?e by? cz??ci? problemu to by? cz?owiekiem.

The things that look fixed in this world, child--mountains, wealth, empires--their permanence is only an illusion. We believe they will last, but that is only because of the brevity of our own lives. From the perspective of God, cities like this come and go like anthills.

And to Marie Laure this is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun.

There are comforts in knowing the boundaries of the place you live. Everyone here seems to behave like things are endless.

What is blindness? Where there should be a wall, her hands find nothing. Where there should be nothing, a table leg gouges her shin. Cars growl in the streets; leaves whisper in the sky; blood rustles through her inner ears. In the stairwell, in the kitchen, even beside her bed, grown-up voices speak of despair. "Poor child.

You know the greatest lesson of history? It's that history is whatever the victors say it is. That's the lesson. Whoever wins, that's who decides the history. We act in our own self-interest. Of course we do. Name a person or nation who does not. The trick is figuring out where your interests are.

What do I care, she whispers, for cities and princes and histories?

I saw the earth far below as it really was, a little mud-heap in a great vastness, its kingdoms only cobwebs, its armies only crumbs.