Quotes About Perspective

Your life is not a tragedy. It's history, and it's yours.

our shadows stretched before us across the surface of the world.

He steadied himself with one great hand against the city wall. He had told me he'd never stop growing. He'd meant it literally. What had I been addressing all these years? His finger?

I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywhere, illuminating and failing and illuminating again.

Music is only work if someone else makes you do it.

There's nothing 'just' about stories. Stories are the most real.

We live in a world of fortune and luxury, yet how poor and sad we are at times.

Funny how a crisis can put life into perspective, fine-tune the eye of the heart, like laser surgery. In less than a minute everything comes into a twenty-twenty view.

Nothing in the world like the spark between men and women. What a marvelous and mysterious combination. Two sides of the same coin, you know. We both want the same thing, to give and receive love, to be cared for, respected. We just come at it from a different point of view.

If you didn't miss where you've been, it didn't mean that much to you.

Charlotte." No, no, no. "Dixie, wait, listen to me—

Do you and Zach have trouble living together?' 'No. Must be a chick thing.' 'And you're sexist.' 'I'm sexy.

Have you ever wanted something so badly, thought you'd die if you didn't get it, then when you finally did get it, you wondered what all the fuss was about?

I looked in the mirror again. I wasn't even sure I could get the cap on over the fluff. "Maybe we went a little overboard." "Trust me. We didn't." I wasn't so sure, though, when we walked into the kitchen where Dad was giving Jason pointers on driving in the rain, as though Raglan offered challenges he might never have encountered before.

I couldn't help but think she'd gotten her chest plus mine. But that was okay, because I liked to think I'd gotten her brains plus mine.

Maybe you should tell Sam how you feel about his roommate," Allie said. "Maybe he'd invite Brad to come home with him on the weekends." "Right. Like Sam is going to care. He thinks I'm just his stupid baby sister." "You think he's your stupid older brother, so it all works out," Leah said, backing up a little to inspect the snowman's abs.

It couldn't have worked out better, except of course, for poor Allie who was stuck at the far end of the table across from my brother. I was afraid if she spent too much time with him she might re-evaluate her friendship with me.

At least today you've got your shade." "It's raining." He said it like it was my fault, like I'd done something to make it rain. Oh, to have such power. I'd turn him into a toad. "Exactly, so there's no sun, which is what you were complaining about the other day." "I like the sun." "I thought you wanted shade." "You have to have sun to have shade." Okay. This was going nowhere.

When you reduce life to black and white, you never see rainbows.

Some days are diamond. Some days are stone.

Everyone lies, everyone leaves something out of the narrative.

I can't imagine living in a different time," Estelle said. "Not in the future, and certainly not in the past. Can you?

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.

If I know something, I am not a victim. Victims don't know the meaning of their suffering. I am an enemy or a collaborator, not a victim.