Quotes About Perspective

In fact, for all of us it is this open-hearted affirmation that my life is the same as yours that moves us forward much faster than when we believe that others' lives are orderly and peaceful and only ours is chaotic and full of bumps.

Nevertheless, the fact remained, it was impossible to dislike any one if one looked at them.

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?

Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having.

But nevertheless, the fact remained, it was almost impossible to dislike anyone if one looked at them.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

We're all in the dark. We try to find out, but can you imagine anything more ludicrous than one person's opinion of another person? One goes along thinking one knows; but one really doesn't know

Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall, let us trace the pattern, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident scores upon the consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?

For nothing was simply one thing.

Possibly when the professor insisted a little too emphatically upon the inferiority of women, he was concerned not with their inferiority, but with his own superiority. That was what he was protecting rather hot-headedly and with too much emphasis, because it was a jewel to him of the rarest price.

Would there be trees if we didn't see them?

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.

A woman's writing is always feminine; it cannot help being feminine; at its best it is most feminine; the only difficulty lies in defining what we mean by feminine.

To feel anything strongly was to create an abyss between oneself and others who feel strongly perhaps but differently.

Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small. The stalks of flowers are thick as oak trees. Leaves are high as the domes of vast cathedrals. We are giants, lying here, who can make forests quiver.

Though we see the same world, we see it through different eyes.

It would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or looked like men, for if two sexes are quite inadequate, considering the vastness and variety of the world, how should we manage with one only? Ought not education to bring out and fortify the differences rather than the similarities?

Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker's.