Quotes About Perspective

He didn't think like other people. He didn't dismiss magic out of hand, and he didn't believe that fairy tales were just for children. He knew magic was real, because he'd felt it

How quaint that life seemed now, like something you could fit inside a snow globe.

You can be on the same side and have different ideas.

You've got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.

As to having a preference, that was new too. You take what you're given and you're grateful for it. Once that message is well and truly ingrained in you, it feels like vainglory to imagine one's own likes and dislikes could matter to other people.

He understood in that moment that he was smaller than he had ever known, and the realm of the unknowable was bigger.

She looked across the street at herself—as seen, remembered, and conjured by the dreamer—and she didn't see obscenity, or calamity, or godspawn. She saw a proud, smiling girl with beautiful blue skin. Because that was what he saw, and this was his mind.

They marked his first consideration that there might be other ways of living than the one he knew. Better, sweeter ways.

but wasn't that what religions did? Squint at one another and declare, "My unprovable belief is better than your unprovable belief. Suck it.

I hope, child, but I don't wish. There's a difference.

He hoped at least that Lazlo saw how foolish it all was. Sarai wasn't like that. Lazlo was lucky. Well, Sarai was dead, so not lucky lucky.

Men should have squint lines from looking at the horizon," the old librarian had said, "not just from reading in dim light.

I've never liked to call it that," cut in Thyon—softly, like a confession. "It's bitter on my tongue. I think of it as the Unseen City instead.

What's a horizon?" Lazlo asked, straight-faced. "Is it like the end of an aisle of books?

Karou had certainly learned that "possible" and "impossible" were rough categories at best.

A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light.

There was a kind of euphoria, he had discovered, in nearly dying and then not.

pero ¿no era aquello lo que hacían las religiones? Mirarse con desconfianza unas a otras y afirmar: «Mi creencia indemostrable es mejor que tu creencia indemostrable. Chúpate esa».

Un uomo dovrebbe avere le zampe di gallina per aver scrutato troppo l'orizzonte, non soltanto per aver letto con poca luce».

Don't be such a human

The happiness was there, ordinary equipment, stowed right alongside the worry and sorrow and resolve, and it didn't solve anything, but it lightened it. "Ready?

He can't see it. It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry "Monster!" and looked behind him.

But… why pain? Couldn't you give something else? Like… joy?" "It's a balance. If it were something easy to give, it would be meaningless." Karou said, "You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? Which have you had more of?" He gave her a long look. "That's a good point. But I didn't create the system.

Realmente piensas que es más sencillo conseguir alegría que dolor?- preguntó Karou -.¿Cuál de los dos sentimientos has experimentado más veces?