Quotes About Perspective

She wants me to cut through all the sweetness and light in my head," I said, "so I can see the truth." "Which is?" Tommy asked, not turning around. "That nothing is what it seems to be.

The main thing I sense is...darkness." As soon as the words were out I realized how awful they sounded, so I rushed to clarify, "But it's not a bad darkness. It's more like a warm-summer-night kind of darkenss, not the monster-under-the-bed kind of darkness.

You sound like—" "A writer?" "I was going to say lunatic, but writer's fairly close." "As

I don't want to make movies for kids, and I don't want to make movies for adults either.

But it did make me realize that I shouldn't go around judging people who have stringy hair, because maybe they have a very good reason for having hair like that.

Lucy: I don't feel like talking about college. It increases my stress level. James: And increased stress levels lead to hair loss. Lucy: My head-hair volume is fine. James: You say that like I should be concerned about leg-hair volume.

When you're on your deathbed, you probably aren't counting the movies you've made.

If you stopped yourself every single time you were about to say, "I have to" and changed it to "I get to," it might change your entire experience.

When we focus on our gratitude, the tide of disappointment goes out and the tide of love rushes in.

My mom says the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but I'm hopeful that their tree was on a hill and I'm rolling farther away as write

And maybe that was how it was supposed to be...Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps,was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly...

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

Did adults just look at the world and see what they wanted to see, think what they wanted to think? Did evidence and experience mean nothing?

You look great," he said. It made her smile, even if it was a lie. "I'm as big as a house." He laughed. "I like houses. In fact, I'm thinking about architecture as a career.

I love you," he said against her lips. "I love you, too," she said but the words that always seemed so big felt small now. What was love when put up against war?

Fear is smart until…" He headed for the door, paused as he reached for the knob. "Until what?" He looked back at her. "Until you realize you're afraid of the wrong thing.

The glass can be half empty or half full." Leni knew the glass was broken.

The things your parents say and the things your husband doesn't say become a mirror, don't they? You see yourself as they see you, and no matter how far you come, you bring that mirror with you.

Ah, Elsa. You got a wrong picture of yourself. Even if that is true, what does a person do about it? The things your parents say and the things your husband doesn't say become a mirror, don't they? You see yourself as they see you. and no mater how far you come, you bring that mirror with you. Break it, Jean said. How? With a gosh dang rock. Jean leaned forward. I'm a mirror too, Elsa. You remember that.

I think, as this war goes on, we will all have to look more deeply. These questions are not about them, but about us.

That's the funny thing about writing your life story. You start out trying to remember dates and times and names. You think it's about facts, your life; that what you'll look back on and remember are the successes and failures, the time line of your youth and middle age, but that isn't it at all. Love. Family. Laughter. That's what I remember when it's all said and done.

Some people see a glass as half empty; some see it as half full. I put the glass in a cupboard and forget it's there. You get my point?

Sometimes you have to turn the world upside down to see it right side up.

I remember once over lunch, out of the blue my guru told me about the question posed by James Joyce: "When he and his daughter spoke the same language and said similar things, why did he become famous and yet his daughter was diagnosed schizophrenic?" Based on Dr. Carl Jung consultation of James Joyce & daughter Lucia.