Quotes About Perspective

Anything could go wrong any day of the week. What's the point of worrying in advance?" "How do you stop yourself from worrying?" "I think of all the good things in my life." "What about the bad things?" "There's no room for them inside my head. Not anymore. Now I say live and let live, and I kick those other thoughts away. You can do that, too.

Especially since my mother says Grandma is too much of an influence on me.

Sometimes I feel grown up and other times I feel like a little kid. I seem to be more than one person.

Life is a series of unlikely events, isn't it? Hers certainly is. One unlikely event after another, adding up to a rich, complicated whole. And who knows what's still to come? Lily looks out the window

I love the way people always think they know somebody your age until you tell them how old you really are! "I'm going on twelve," I said. "Gretchen is almost twelve too," the doctor said. Well! He was right about my age.

Then get rid of Tootsie," Fudge said. "I'm sick of her. She's no fun." "Someday she'll be fun.

That's not a bad word . . . hate and war are bad words but fuck isn't.

my father. "Oh, it's so quaint," she said. "Isn't it quaint

Then again, maybe I won't.

You have to admit it's embarrassing that she's pregnant at thirty-three. And he's eleven years older. I feel sorry for their baby. Think of it—when the baby is our age your mother will be almost fifty and my father will be sixty. They'll be more like grandparents than parents.

That's not a bad word... hate and war are bad words, but fuck isn't.

Berman's foot measure. Then he turned it around and I put my right foot in. That's another reason why my mother thinks Mr. Berman is good at selling

You've got to enjoy whatever you can and forget about the rest

If being in love means giving up your freedom, not to mention your opportunities," Caitlin said, "then I haven't missed anything.

Miri liked to think of her as Corinne. She liked thinking of all the adults in her life by their first names. It made them seem more interesting, less like parents and more like regular people with stories of their own

My ears are too beeg for my head. My head ees too beeg for my body. I am not a Siamese cat ... I AM A CHIHUAHUA! -- Skippyjon Jones (In his very best Spanish accent)

Our lives, and even our afterlives, are made from the stories we tell each other. We are the stories we tell ourselves.

I never ever once considered that the afterlife was in Minnesota. Did you?) New

Judith Butler, for example, has argued that men's and women's interests are not objectively given, but are collectively created.

He who would confine his thought to present time will not understand present reality.

We always do the best we can by the light we have to see by.

To be an artist is to recognize the particular. To appreciate the peculiar. To allow a sense of play in your relationship to accepted standards. To ask the question "Why?" To be an artist is to risk admitting that much of what is money, property, and prestige strikes you as just a little silly.

Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but how we react to what happens, not by what life brings us but the attitude we bring to life.

The Jingle Balls incident made me understand that holidays were not—and did not have to be—perfect in order to be beautiful. It made me realize that all families are dysfunctional, especially during the holidays, and that while most celebrations are well-intended, they are also usually diarrhea-inducing.