Quotes About Perspective

Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!

My platitudes don't hold their interest and I can hardly blame them for that. My real stories are all out of date. So what if I can speak firsthand about the Spanish flu, the advent of the automobile, world wars, cold wars, guerrilla wars, and Sputnik — that's all ancient history now. But what else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not ready to be old yet.

Sometimes when you get older—and I'm not talking about you, I'm talking generally, because everyone ages differently—things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they're a part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they're not true—why, then you get offended.

a gaggle of old ladies is glued to the window at the end of the hall like children or jailbirds. They're spidery and frail, their hair as fine as mist. Most of them are a good decade younger than me, and this astounds me. Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.---- There are five of them now, white headed old things huddled together and pointing crooked fingers at the glass.

Clearly she knew that between book lovers, a novel is not a novel is not a novel. It's a symbol, an offering -- and sometimes a test

Why bother with other people's worlds made of words? was his philosophy.

Do you think anyone in the history of this world ever set out to fight for the wrong side?

Life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong, and complaints about the world around you.

Apparently, the world was perfect in 1958.

Why do people...we...why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to love? He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. 'I guess...because there's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard or painful or whatever obscure the beauty.

She's the only one who knows. Knows what? What it's like to be us.

Why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to love?

I couldn't see beyond the walls of our apartment or the few miles between home and school. Every day was about getting through it. Every weekend was about getting back to school, where there could be some structure and my routines.

If two or three of the most important people in your life are telling you something and you are resisting it with everything you have, there is a distinct possibly [sic] that what they are saying is true.

if you want to make a room full of geologist shut up, tir their hands to their sides.

Imagine that it's sugar, Korbyn said. 'You're riding across candy.' Salt can never be sugar, Fennik said. We should talk about the definition of the word 'imagine'.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

Well, it's true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it's also true that I have loved, and been loved. and that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight, in my opinion. It's like that pie chart we talked about earlier. in the end, I'll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness... those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.

You can't make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.

My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn't happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they're important ones... you might as well hold on to them. You know?

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.