Quotes About Perspective

But the way you talk, fun is first and foremost. You imply that there is no fun to be had around white folks." "I never had none," said Simple.

You never miss the water till the well runs dry. Those who ought to know, tell me that you never really appreciate Moscow until you get back again to the land of the bread lines, unemployment, Jim Crow cars and crooked politicians, brutal bankers and overbearing police, three per cent beer and the Scottsboro case.

To you Who are the Foam on the sea And not the sea-- What of the jagged rocks, And the waves themselves, And the force of the mounting waters? You are But foam on the sea, You rich ones-- Not the sea.

Once, when I were a child, I were kicked by a small mule. Neither the mule nor I had any sense. I were trying to make the mule go one way, but the mule was trying to make me go another. I were for hitching the mule onto a plow. The mule were for nibbling grass. So, after that kicking, I learned right then and there to respect animals and peoples when they are not of the same mind as you are.

My boss is white," said Simple. "Most bosses are," I said.

I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

One who is too insistent on his own views finds few to agree with him.

When we talk about the foreign, the question becomes one of us versus them. But in the end, is one just the opposite side of the other?

Youth as glimpsed by its elders is a story that comes from afar, showing itself as either lovely to look at or a torment to endure.

Most American cities shop to their best advantage when seen from a height or from a distance, at a point where the ugliness of the buildings dissolves into the beauty of an abstraction.

Maybe she should cut the guy a little slack, [...] Maybe Thorne had been a no-show because something bad happened to him on the job. What if he'd been injured in the line of duty and didn't come by as promised because he was incapacitated in some way? Maybe he hadn't called to apologize or to explain his absence because he physically couldn't. Right. And maybe she had checked her brain into her panties from the second she first laid eyes on the man.

Sometimes it's hard to see the things that are holding us back. Sometimes it takes a push to make us truly open our eyes.

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?

While the "A" students are learning the details of photosynthesis, the ADHD kids are staring out the window and wondering if it still works on a cloudy day.

When planning your wedding you make so many decisions: 'Do I want this fork or that fork?' But in the end people aren't going to remember what napkin holder you choose.

Unless the word "just" had an added meaning of "with the help of magical powers," urging me to "just do" something sounded like telling a person consumed by anxiety to "just calm down" or a clinically depressed person to "just lighten up!

You talk about love the same way my patients talk about cancer.

You know,' Wraith muttered, 'life was a lot easier when we hated all humans and didn't give a shit what happened to the lot of them.' He laughed. 'Okay, I couldn't say that with a straight face. I still don't give a shit'.

I could say I think coulds are pretty, and you'd say they're only pretty to demons.

What is up with you?" she snapped. "I have been flirting my ass off, and you act like I'm trying to sell you stewed maggots." "Hey," he said with a wave of his hand. "Don't knock stewed maggots. With enough spices and tomatoes––

Oh, it does," he said, thinking of Azagoth and his pitch-black sense of humor. "You just don't want to be on the funny side of it.

If I were any of those things, I think the last place I'd be is in the middle of nowhere. I'm guessing you don't have a huge drug or slave problem in your one-stoplight town." "Two," she snapped. "There are two stoplights." "Oh, well, then, I'll see if I can get the slave trade going in your thriving metropolis.

I always thought the whole idea of being paid to play pro basketball is ridiculous. I mean, think about it. You are taking that ball, running down the court, and you've got somebody on you. You've got four guys out there on your team, and five from the other team, and some people on the bench, and you look up and the place is packed, and all you are trying to do is make that ball go through the hole. It's just crazy to me. After all these years, it still doesn't make sense.