Quotes About Perspective

Is there any good news?' Tesla said. Who ever promised that? Who ever said there'd be good news?

I was born alive. Isn't that punishment enough?

We cry for ourselves, don't we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring.

Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful. Is that a famous saying? Maybe if I say it often enough.

A sweet slip of a girl like you, why should you have to know anything about the sorrow of the world? You just believe me when I tell you... there's no way to live your life to the full and not have a reason to shed a tear now and again. It's not a bad feeling, child. That's what a lament does. It makes you feel happy to be sad, in a strange way. D'you see?

That's half of your trouble, muttered the crocodile. You believe everything's true. That's because everything is, replied Mr. Bacchus.

The way she saw it, she was lucky. She wasn't really blind—she just saw a different world from most other folks, and that put her in a unique position to do some good in the world.

You only saw the darkness, Tammy. There was another side to her. I think there always is, don't you? There's always some light in the darkness, somewhere.

He spoke of both dancing and death with equal nonchalance, as though one carried as little significance as the other. It calmed her, hearing him talk that way.

Memories can be treacherous. We all have a hunger to rearrange our histories so as to remember ourselves in the most flattering light.

Well, I am denying it. You think the world revolves around sex. It's pathetic.

It feels like I've died, he said to Caz when he'd finished. Well, you didn't. And I should be grateful, right? Right. Well, I'm not.

with time, it would all come to fit in some grand design, or so his untethered thoughts persuaded him.

Dead isn't bad," Narcisse said. "It isn't even that different.

I want an explanation!" "I'll give you one," Maxine said: "You're crazy.

It'd just be another opinion," Maxine said, poking at the fire with the stick she'd picked up. "People would go on believing their favorite versions." "You think?" "For sure. You can't change people's opinion about stuff like that. It's embedded. They believe what they believe.

But then sanity was a movable feast, wasn't it? One man's madness might be another's politics.

but as his years advanced Lewis had seen less and less purpose in distinguishing between fact and fiction.

That's a whole other story.' 'Is it?' Gentle replied. 'Or is it all one?

Sanity is a movable feast. One man's madness is another's politics.

They knew a lot, the dead. How many times had she said to Harry they were the world's greatest untapped resource? It was true. All they'd seen, all they'd suffered, all they'd triumphed over – lost to a world in need of wisdom.

Life is as you yourself make it.

You live in world, you collide with others. That's the way it is. We collide and sometimes someone gets hurt. They just wanted to steal a silly pair of boxers. It went wrong. For a short time, I hated them. But when you think about it, what good does that do? It takes so much hold on to hate - you lose your grip on what's important, you know?

Most people can't truly conceive of being in a place where death might be preferable to life. Life is strong. It grips you in many ways, from the beating of your heart, to the sun on your face, to the feel of the ground beneath your feet. It grasps you.