Quotes About Perspective

Most people consider life a battle, but it is not a battle, it is a game.

ella habia dado la vida por sentada, cuando, en verad , se trataba de un milagr que se renovaba día a día

You may ask why I write. And yet my reasons are quite many. For it is not unusual in human beings who have witnessed the sack of a city or the falling to pieces of a people to desire to set down what they have witnesses for the benefit of unknown heirs or of generations infinitely remote; or, if you please, just to get the sight out of their heads.

This October like November, That August like a hundred thousand hours, And that September, A hundred thousand dragging sunlit days, And half October like a thousand years...

Mrs. Vanderdecken,' Sylvia went on, 'says all men are repulsive and it's woman's disgusting task to live beside them.

But, even with all her differences, Mrs. Basil did not appear to Lenora to differ so very much from herself. She was truthful, honest and, for the rest, just a woman. And Lenora had a vague sort of idea that, to a man, all women are the same after three weeks of close intercourse.

You and I are like two people . . .' He paused and began again more quickly: 'Do you know these soap advertisement signs that read differently from several angles? As you come up to them you read Monkey's Soap; if you look back when you've passed it's Needs no Rinsing. . . . You and I are standing at different angles and though we both look at the same thing we read different messages. Perhaps if we stood side by side we should see yet third. . . . But I hope we respect each other.

I DON'T KNOW how it is best to put this thing down – whether it would be better to try and tell the story from the beginning, as if it were a story; or whether to tell it from this distance of time, as it reached me from the lips of Leonora or from those of Edward himself.

Ford Madox Ford

Then," Father Consett said, "if ye know him so well, Sylvia Satterthwaite, how is it ye can't get on with him better? They say: Tout savoir c'est tout pardonner." "It isn't," Sylvia said. "To know everything about a person is to be bored… bored… bored!

Ford Madox Ford

You and I are like two people . . . He paused and began again more quickly: Do you know these soap advertisement signs that read differently from several angles? As you come up to them you read 'Monkey's Soap'; if you look back when you've passed it's 'Needs no Rinsing.' . . . You and I are standing at different angles and though we both look at the same thing we read different messages. Perhaps if we stood side by side we should see yet third. . . . But I hope we respect each other.

Chod?, napijemy si? ginu. Oto prawdziwa odpowied? na wszystkie parszywe problemy.

Sure, art doesn't save anybody the way a sack of rice does. But that doesn't mean it's worthless. There're plenty of ways of living in the world and among words and some of them are a fuck of a lot more predatory than others.

There is only one difference between a bad economist and a good one: the bad economist confines himself to the visible effect; the good economist takes into account both the effect that can be seen and those effects that must be foreseen.

I felt at one and the same time quite close, within reach of my hand, and yet an infinite distance away, an unknown world of goodness. Often Isa had said to me: 'You, who see nothing but evil.... You, who see evil everywhere....' It was true, and it was not true.

But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don't see it.

Perhaps I have not really a good temper at all, but if you have everything you want and everyone is kind to you, how can you help but be good-tempered? Perhaps I'm a HIDEOUS child, and no one will ever know, just beecause I never have any trials. (Sara Crewe, A Little Princess)

Oh,Sara. It is like a story. It is a story...everything is a story. You are a story-I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.

It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?

Neither do I -- to speak truth. But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don't see it.

It IS a story, said Sara. EVERYTHING'S a story. You are a story—I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.

When a man looks at the stars, he grows calm and forgets small things. They answer his questions and show him that his earth is only one of the million worlds. Hold your soul still and look upward often, and you will understand their speech. Never forget the stars.

Folks who make such a fuss about their rights turn them into wrongs sometimes. -- (from Behind the White Brick)