Quotes About Perspective

Calm down, I tell myself, you are making a mountain out of a molehill. This is life. Everyone else has come to terms with it , why can't you? Why can't you?

Te comportas como si todo lo que hago yo fuese parte de la historia de tu vida.

Tú eres el personaje principal, yo soy un personaje secundario que no hace una sola aparición hasta que la historia ya ha pasado de su ecuador.

What if...what if that is the price one has to pay for staying on? Perhaps that is how they look at it: perhaps that is how I should look at it too. They see me as owing something. They see themselves as debt collectors, tax collectors. Why should I be allowed to live here without paying?

Unos días se siente feliz, incluso privilegiado, por vivir con una mujer bella, o al menos por no vivir solo. Otros días se siente de otro modo. ¿Qué es verdad: la felicidad, la infelicidad o un punto medio entre una y otra?

Pero entonces –porfía el muchacho alto–, si no es verdad que murió, si no es más que una historia, ¿cómo sabemos que hubo una tormenta? ¿Cómo sabemos que la tormenta no es también una historia? –Porque David acaba de decirlo. El carro, el desierto, la tormenta, todo eso lo dice David.

Se puede quedar tranquilo, señor, no vamos a hacer restas. La sustracción, la adición, la aritmética en general tienen poca importancia para alguien que afronta una crisis tan profunda en su vida.

Matar a la persona que amas: es algo que el viejo Simón no entenderá nunca. Pero tú lo entiendes, ¿verdad? Tú entiendes a Dmitri. Lo entendiste desde el primer momento.

Writers like to believe they're in control of their material, but that's just a comforting lie. After more than twenty-five years of making my life as storyteller, it's become extremely -sometimes painfully- clear to me that I'm just a vehicle, a way for the story to get out into the world. But it's the story itself that does the telling.

The earth is neither fabulous nor paradisal. And therefore it is not hell.

Whatever you believe imprisons you. Convictions create convicts.

There was no such thing as a straight line until mathematicians invented one.

For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.

A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.

Payne looked back through the glass at the human on the bed. Yes. I am in love with him. And if you try to dissuade me by the fact that I have not lived yet enough to judge, I say unto you...fuck off.

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

Life's meant to be lived blind—that's how you don't take shit for granted.

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Well . . . in the words of Vishous, want in one hand, shit in the other? See what you get most of.

Bottom line? As much as you wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn't going to be what you wanted.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.