Quotes About Perspective

Indeed he seemed to her sometimes made differently from other people, born blind, deaf, and dumb, to the ordinary things, but to the extraordinary things, with an eye like an eagle's. His understanding often astonished her. But did he notice the flowers? No. Did he notice the view? No. Did he even notice his own daughter's beauty, or whether there was pudding on his plate or roast beef? He would sit at table with them like a person in a dream.

Chloe liked Olivia,' I read. And then it struck me how immense a change was there. Chloe liked Olivia perhaps for the first time in literature.

I use my friends rather as giglamps : There's another field I see: by your light. Over there's a hill. I widen my landscape.

Yine de, bir konu hayli tart??mal?ysa, ki cinsiyete dair her sorun öyledir, gerçeÄŸi anlatmay? umut edemezsiniz. Yaln?zca, sahip olduÄŸunuz fikir her neyse ona nas?l ulaÅŸm?? olduÄŸunuzu gösterebilirsiniz.

They wrote as women write, not as men write. Of all the thousand women who wrote novels then, they alone entirely ignored the perpetual admonitions of the eternal pedagogue – write this, think that.

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes—one of the tragedies of married life. With a mind of her own, she must always be quoting Richard—as if one couldn't know to a tittle what Richard thought by reading the Morning Post of a morning!

Kad?nlar yüzy?llar boyunca erkeÄŸin suretini doÄŸal boyutlar?ndan iki kat büyük gösteren sihirli ve enfes bir ayna iÅŸlevi görmüÅŸtür. Åžayet kad?nlar?n bu güçleri olmasayd? dünya herhalde hala batakl?kardan ve vahÅŸi ormanlardan ibaretti.

Zira kad?n hakikat? söylemeye baÅŸlarsa, aynadaki suret küçülür durur; erkeÄŸin hayatla uyumu bozuluverir. Erkek kendini sabah iki kat daha büyük göremedikten sonra art?k nas?l kararlar verebilecek, nas?l yerlileri medenileÅŸtirebilecek, nas?l kanunlar ç?karabilecek, nas?l kitaplar yazabilecek, nas?l giyinip kuÅŸan?p ziyafetlerde ahkam kesebilecektir?

The weight, the pace, the stride of a man's mind are too unlike her own for her to lift anything substantial from him successfully. The ape is too distant to be sedulous.

Es preciso que el dedo de la muerte se pose en el tumulto de la vida de vez en cuando para que no nos haga pedazos? ¿Estamos conformados de tal manera que diariamente necesitamos minúsculas dosis de muerte para ejercer el oficio de vivir?

She could not imagine Peter or Richard taking the trouble to give a party for no reason whatever.

No debería la educación buscar y fortalecer más bien las diferencias que no los puntos de semejanza? Porque ya nos parecemos demasiado, y si un explorador volviera con la noticia de otros sexos atisbando por entre las ramas de otros árboles bajo otros cielos, nada podría ser más útil a la Humanidad

quién va a exigir juicio crítico a un enfermo o sensatez al postrado en la cama?

What they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.

Posiblemente, cuando el profesor insistía con demasiado énfasis sobre la inferioridad de las mujeres, no era la inferioridad de éstas lo que le preocupaba, sino su propia superioridad. Era esto lo que protegía un tanto acaloradamente y con demasiada insistencia, porque para él era una joya del precio más incalculable.

but how speak to a man who does not see you? who sees ogres, satyrs, perhaps the depths of the sea instead?

With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes—one of the tragedies of married life.

passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.

I knew he was angry by this token. When I read when he wrote about women I thought, not of what he was saying, but of himself. When an arguer argues dispassionately he thinks only of the argument; and the reader cannot help thinking of the argument too. If he had written dispassionately about women had he used indisputable proofs to establish his argument and had shown no trace of wishing that the result would be one thing rather than another, one would not have been angry either.

but we should wrong these illustrious men very greatly if we insisted that they got nothing from these alliances but comfort, flattery and the pleasures of the body. What they got, it is obvious, was something that their own sex was unable to supply; and it would not be rash, perhaps, to define it further, without quoting the doubtless rhapsodical words of poets, as some stimulus; some renewal of creative power which is in the gift only of the opposite sex to bestow.

Los ojos de los demás, nuestras prisiones; sus pensamientos, nuestras jaulas.

But what are stories? Toys I twist, bubbles I blow, one ring passing through another. And sometimes I begin to doubt if there are stories.

Dünyay? avucunun içine al?yor. Bir say? yazmaya baÅŸl?yorum, dünya içinde ilmek oluyor; ama ben d???nday?m ÅŸimdi birleÅŸtirdiÄŸim, mühürlediÄŸim, bütünlediÄŸim ilmeÄŸin. Dünya bir bütün, ben d???nday?m.

one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold. One can only give one's audience the chance of drawing their own conclusions as they observe the limitations, the prejudices, the idiosyncrasies of the speaker.