Quotes About Perspective

So this is what insanity is. Not goofy behavior, but watching a sudden change in the world you used to know.

Seeing her step so easily from the pantry and emerge looking precisely as she did when she entered, only happier, taught Sula that sex was pleasant and frequent, but otherwise unremarkable.

Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it.

The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.

I said you. Take you, my daughter. Because I saw the tall man see you as a human child, not pieces of eight.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too.

For a long time now he knew that anything could appear to b something else, and probably was.

Good editors are really the third eye. Cool. Dispassionate. They don't love you or your work.

Instead of ignoring her infirmity, pretending it was not there, he made it seem like something special and endearing. For the first time Pauline felt that her bad foot was an asset

We must do all we can to imagine the Other before we presume to solve the problems work and life demand of us.

his mild cynicism morphed into depression.

The only way to change the order, she thought, was not to do something differently, but to do a different thing.

Funny how you lose sight of some things and memory others.

they were believed and trusted, but most of all they were listened to.

Algún día irás andando por el camino y oirás o verás algo. Con toda claridad. Y pensarás que eres tú la que está pensando. Una imagen pensada. Pero no. Es cuando tropiezas con un recuerdo que le pertenece a otro.

I refused to explain, or even acknowledge, the "problem" as anything other than an artistic one.

Now I can look at things again because she's here to see them too.

The mind of him that knew her own. Her story was bearable because it was his as well—to tell, to refine and tell

If there is somebody with bluer eyes than mine, then maybe there is somebody with the bluest eyes. The bluest eyes in the whole world.

He had a flattering view of me as someone interesting, capable, witty, smart, high-spirited. I did not share that view of myself, and wondered why he held it. But it was the death of that girl - the one who lived in his head - that I mourned when he died. Even more than I mourned him, I suffered the loss of the person he thought I was.

A perfect thing is not everything.

she would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.

Now no one can fault the conqueror for writing history the way he sees it, and certainly not for digesting human events and discovering their patterns according to his point of view. But we can fault him for not owning up to what his point of view is.

Maybe I am different now, Twyla. But you're not. You're the same little state kid who kicked a poor old black lady when she was down on the ground. You kicked a black lady and you have the nerve to call me a bigot.