Quotes About Perspective

Even if we don't know it or aren't aware of it, politics and philosophy are really what make our up lives.

in the midst of suffering, it was important to remember one thing: everyone suffered. Some more, some less; some now, some later; some in one way, some in another. But no one was exempt. It was, he said, a lesson, not a punishment. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. Some women were given children; others were not. Some women had parents

I took one breath and realized I could be angry a bit later if I wanted to be angry. There would always be time for that. There was no rush. I could resist the reflex. And so I did.

He laughed. I had made a joke, apparently. "What difference makes what you believe? What happens will happen anyway, exactly the same, no matter what you believe. What you do makes the important part. What you do.

Anger is like hands over your eyes when another person is trying to show you.

We see our troubles through the filter of our own imperfection...

I thought I heard a cow mooing in Seese's back yard. Later on, later down the road, as they say, I would learn that this was the sound of the Rinpoche chanting some ancient prayer. But, at that moment, it sounded to me very much like a mooing cow.

The only thing you'll find on the summit of Mount Everest is a divine view. The things that really matter lie far below.

what makes a story unique is not necessarily the information in the story but what the writer chooses to put in or leave out.(pg. 146-147)

Life, even one as long as mine, is all about being grateful for the little things.

Q. Life is not two sheets of paper, one black, one white. Life is a ream of paper, each page a different shade of gray." That was about as poetic as Boone had ever been. And I was still confused.

Other people aren't like me in the slightest, I find. I admit though I prefer to know they are happy, just to be on the safe side. If not, they can be dangerous. I don't like seeing their blood, not at all, nor their guts, all that disgusts me. And if anyone deserves pity, it's me. The others will have to manage by themselves. They weren't any worse off before I was born, and they won't be any better off after I'm dead.

One gram of shit is enough to ruin a kilogram of caviar. One gram of caviar does nothing to improve a kilogram of shit.

You may not be what you think you are, but what you think, you are. Jim Clark

no combination of one-week or ten-day vacations will truly take you away from the life you lead at home.

The traveler sees what he sees," wrote G. K. Chesterton in the 1920s, "the tourist sees what he has come to see.

Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly," wrote Henry Miller. "Everything…we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is golden for him who has the vision to realize it as such." Once

Long-term travel isn't an act of rebellion against society; it's an act of common sense within society.

neither self nor wealth can be measured in terms of what you consume or own. Even

We see as we are," said

In reality, long-term travel has nothing to do with demographics- age, ideology, income- and everything to do with personal outlook. Long-term travel isn't about being a college student, it's about being a student of daily life. Long-term travel isn't an act of rebellion against society; it's an act of common sense within society. Long-term travel doesn't require a massive "bundle of cash", it requires only that we walk through the world in a more deliberate way.

Nevertheless, it's important, even on a personal level, to not just look at things as we travel but to see things for what they are.

but words are symbols, and symbols never resonate the same for everyone.

From all your herds, a cup or two of milk, From all your granaries, a loaf of bread, In all your palace, only half a bed: Can man use more? And do you own the rest? —ANCIENT SANSKRIT POEM