Quotes About Perspective

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Fiction, also--if done well--can perhaps allow the reader a greater feeling of recognition with people of the past. If we read a novel about people trying to control the Revolution, we're reading about them as people who have desires, ambitions, and neuroses just like ours, and we can relate to them, rather than seeing them just as stiff portraits with funny-looking hair--or as the one-dimensional monsters or saints that many pop histories have made them.

The reaction on the part of the apes, limited as it was to about one subject in every three or four, has just that character of being common, yet individual, that belongs to aesthetic experiences. Some are sensitive to the sight, and the rest are not; to some of them it seems to convey something -- to others it is just a thing, a toadstool or what you will.

In that marvelous Indian epic poem, the Mahabharata, the sage Yudhisthira is asked: "Of all things in life, what is the most amazing?" Yudhisthira answers: "That a man, seeing others die all around him, never thinks that he will die.

Feeling young and old at the same time is the present." From FIFTY IS THE NEW FIFTY: 10 Life Lessons for Women in Second Adulthood

He met her eyes in the mirror. "I thought you weren't talking to me ever again." "I'm not," she said. ... "I'm talking to myself while you eavesdrop.

Comedy equals tragedy plus time

What if I told you that you were a hundred percent wrong?' 'Wow,' she said. 'You are good. Talk about not being the bad guy in your own movie. 'You are a hundred percent wrong ,' she repeated, with a horrendous, over-the-top-Yankee-fied imitation of his barely-there drawl.

After all, she was fifteen, and Jericho was something ancient like thirty-four or thirty-five.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.

I knew it. In this way, Peeta's not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking of me. Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel.

It's funny, because even though they're rattling on about the Games, it's all about where they were or what they were doing or how they felt when a specific event occurred. . . . Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena

Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

Eyes on the forest, not on the trees.

Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it... And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day.

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

There is a point to everything or nothing at all, depending on your worldview.

You want a piece of advice?" said Ripred. "Don't bother. I know what you'll say. The whole thing's stupid," said Gregor. "Quite the contrary. I was going to say that life is short. There are only a few good things in it, really. Don't pretend that one isn't happening." said Ripred.

Look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they really are.

This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.

For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

Do you want me to lie about it?" ... "No I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion.