Quotes About Perspective

This is a history, not the history, of the Hindus.

People are not merely the product of a zeitgeist; Shakespeare is not just an Elizabethan writer.

Gossip went on forever. As Mr. Auden said, 'There is always a great deal of interest in a door behind which something is happening'—but gossip belonged in the realms of a small and uncompassionate world, and Wilfred had seen that the world was larger and more multiple than could ever be described and explained by tittle-tattle.

For as much as Hillary Clinton might hate admitting this about Monica Lewinisky, Eleanor Roosevelt about Missy Le Hand, Queen Alexandra about Lillie Langtry, Lady Nelson about Emma Hamilton, or Jackie about Marilyn, the reality is that despite their intrinsic animosity toward each other, on a a deep level, the wife and the mistress generally have far more in common than they might care to admit and could, had fate dealt them different cards, even been true friends.

By virtue of the literary work over which they meet, the reader and the writer both begin to loosen their hold on selfhood.

My husband wanted one of those big-screen TVs for his birthday. So I just moved his chair closer to the one we have already.

Younger guys have been approaching me lately. And asking me to buy them alcohol.

Call me jaded, but I didn't see then and I don't see now how hugging, and counting and focusing on a flickering candle or, God help me, a favorite stuffed animal, can possibly make you forget the nine pounds of wriggling human forcing its way out of you the same way it got into you nine months-and nine pounds-ago. As the scientific theory goes, what goes in must come out. Eventually. Somehow. And the coming-out part is never as much fun as the going in part.

Just as I suspected, my room does look different, post-eclipse. It looks smalled, like it can't contain me anymore. After all, I've got a whole new world to see.

All those people in their black-and-white worlds - they have no idea what they're missing

As long as you know who you are, and see what makes you happy, it doesn't matte how others see you

We'll never have a true picture of reality; it just doesn't exist. But I'm real, and you're real, and those fiery balls of gas up there are real, and right now that's all I need to know.

Don't be too hard on him," Henry said, opening the door for Logan. "Perhaps he's insecure in this new environment." Logan nodded, although it seemed as if Philip had made himself right at home, bossing everyone around like he owned the place. He remembered the paper in his pocked and pulled it out: " Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about .

Well, I'm not as lucky as you to have this every day.

Mom said it's too violent for me. I would argue, but after being terrified by a SpongeBob balloon, I'm pretty sure she's right.

We all bring out our own perceptions, needs, and experiences to everything we do.

Some days you control life; other days life controls you." Philip

You won't get what you want, Rory Swenson, until you see what you need.

He looks up at me with watery eyes and asks, "How can you, of all people, say everything will be all right?" He has a point. I consider my answer. "Well, it's better than saying 'Keep on crying, I'm sure things will just get worse,' right?

sometimes grandmothers need to do what they think is best for their grandson and practically adopted granddaughter by opening their eyes to different experiences. That's the only way you'll learn what you're capable of.

My father plowed under our fields to make the landing space for his helicopter. Jenna's father thinks my father is lazy since he only flies three times a week and is back by dinnertime. My father thinks Jenna's father should mind his own business.

Last night I learned that for everyone alive on earth today, there are thirty ghosts lined up behind them. Not literally lined up, of course, but that's how many dead people there are compared to living people. In all, around a hundred billion people have walked on this planet, which, interestingly enough, is the same number of stars in our Milky Way galaxy.

So maybe it's not sad that Gran lives alone. Maybe it's a choice. "But what if it never rains again here?" I ask her. She makes a quick face—like a face she might make if I were blowing that whistle right in her ear. Then she says, "I guess I'll have to take that question one day at a time.

Okeydokey." "I think I liked you better when I didn't understand you.