Quotes About Perspective

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob. Maybe

There were journeys in life no one could take for you.

Men tell stories," I say. It is the truest, simplest answer to his question. "Women get on with it. For us

Dreams. They'd had so many of them, and a surprising number had come true. The funny thing was that she hadn't valued them all highly enough when she'd had the chance.

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.

they'd learn what needed to be held close in life, and what wasn't worth worrying over.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A

She is so certain of everything. This war is black and white for her. Nothing seems to scare her.

Seeing where we're going ain't any better than seeing where we've been. The view never changes.

This is how my love for her goes on: in moments remembered and moments imagined. It's how I keep her alive. Hers is the voice in my head, in my conscience. I see the world, at least in part, through her eyes. Her story-which is the story of a time and land and the indomitable will of a people- is my story; two lives woven together, and like any good story, ours will begin and end and begin again.

As I write, I am reminded of that passage from the Bible—the one that is read at every wedding: "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child." Now, I understand as an adult. Maybe for the first time in my life. This article would break my mother's heart, and perhaps even worse, her spirit. That didn't matter to me a week ago; in fact, I wanted to hurt her then. My only excuse: then I was a child.

Life is short, her dad had said. She knew it was true. Every motherless child knew that. But just now, with her husband's voice droning on and on, she couldn't quite grasp hold of that. Because there was something else, equally true. When you were forty-five years old and missing out, it felt as if life were very long indeed.

It was simply a matter of timing and perspective, what one saw.

What a burden such a choice must be. For the first time, she saw her own childhood as an adult, from far away, with the wisdom this war had given her.

I'll think about staying if you'll think about leaving.

You think you have all the time in the world until you know you don't.

Compromises. You can go around seeing what you did get, or you can focus on what you didn't. The choice you make will ultimately determine what kind of woman you become.

It's true, Kathleen. Someday you'll see how smart I am." Her mom smiled and patted her hand. "If you're like the rest of us, it'll happen at about the same time you want me to babysit for the first time.

Not monsters; just boys, really.

I just want to keep you safe." I smile. Americans can be so naïve. Once I shared his optimism. I thought the world was safe. But that was a long time ago.

The lure of the distant and difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are.

Today's young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.

could change how I feel about you? Really, Mom?

Learn to be happy with real life. Throw away your silly romantic novels.