Quotes About Perspective

They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they looked like turnips, and perhaps made up a song about it.

That Jem makes beautiful things and I destroy them. That it really ought to be me dying and not him. I mean, what's the point of living if you can't even enjoy it? Yet Jem enjoys all the life he's got. It's not fair.

I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete," said Simon. "I know alot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.

You're quite wrong, you know. I am the most permanent person that you will eve meet," said Magnus, his voice breathless with laughter and his eyes stung a little by tears. "It is only that it never makes a difference.

Simon looked down at himself and took it all in. The billows of the shirt. The deep, chest-exposing V. The tightness of the leather. "Why is it," he said after a moment, "that whenever I think I've found the most terrible thing that could happen to me, I'm always wrong.

I plant daffodil bulbs about eight inches deep. As I mentioned before, I don't use a ruler. As a married woman, I know perfectly well what six or eight inches looks like, so it's easy to make a good estimate. This mental measurement makes planting time much more interesting than it might be otherwise.

I think the Big Bang theory must have been invented by a man. A woman would have wanted it to take longer and insisted on a commitment.

It was a reminder that the past is a moving target, filtered through perspectives and values that change over time. Heroes and martyrs stand on shaky pedestals, even when, as in the case of Marcus Whitman, the pedestal is a seven-ton block of granite.

It's the Divine Comedy, not the Divine Tragedy.

When you choose a man who thinks eight seconds is a long time, perhaps you need two of them. Hmm?

Bonner and Casey lived in different worlds. City and country.

A vicious circle, this thing with Zane. It was like she was living in two worlds' simultaneously; that of a teenage girl and that of a woman.

I always knew looking back on my tears would bring me laughter, but I never knew looking back on my laughter would make me cry.

I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.

It's not the normal way to look at things but I experienced death at a really young age and because of that it's been part of my mental landscape that death is really very possible.

I said honestly. "You can only be formed by your society." I came up with a quote I had heard once: " 'Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.'

It was part of what had made him so good at manipulating people - he could present them with what they wanted to see. And what made it so powerful was that at some level, it was real.

W]hat is this state, from women's point of view? The state is male in the feminist sense: the law sees and treats women the way men see and treat women. ... The state's formal norms recapitulate the male point of view on the level of design.

We know things with our lives and we live that knowledge, beyond what any theory has yet theorized.

I'm not quite in the grave yet, darling. I just have my reservation confirmed.

Por vezes, aqueles que inicialmente parecem ser os nossos piores inimigos acabam por se tornar os nossos maiores amigos.

it with the eye of an interior decorator, and there were possibilities everywhere she looked. She moved

She realized now that there was no good or bad, no right or wrong, just people fighting for their lives. Wonderful people, who lived and loved and laughed.

Hunter tucked in his chin to study the girl's mud-streaked face and found himself wondering how he ever could have thought her ugly. Could a shaft of sunlight be ugly? A sparkle of moonlight upon water?