Quotes About Perspective

Don't fucking make judgments about something you know nothing about.

Ik had wel duizend levens en ik nam er maar één.

He thought that, unlike most people, he had simply refused to let himself be brainwashed by newspapers, television, eschatologies, and philosophies into believing that "in spite of everything" this was an acceptable world simply because it existed. It would never become acceptable. Beloved maybe, acceptable never.

Surely one zoo in the world should have the courage to draw the ultimate conclusion about our ancestry? A cage with Homo Sapiens in all its varying forms, perhaps then we would understand ourselves better. The question of course is whether the other animals would approve of it.

Opinion is worth nothing. Where is your evidence?" (Atalanta Worthington)

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

It bothers you, doesn't it?" Mia said suddenly. "I think you can't imagine. Why anyone would choose a different life from the one you've got. Why anyone might want something other than a big house with a big lawn, a fancy car, a job in an office. Why anyone would choose anything different than what you'd choose.

the thing about portraits is, you need to show people the way they want to be seen. And I prefer to show people as I see them.

I'll tell you a secret. A lot of times, parents are not the best at seeing their children clearly.

His life had been divided into a before and an after, and he would always be comparing the two.

He felt as if he'd dived into a deep, clear lake and discovered it was a shallow, knee-deep pond. What did you do? Well, you stood up. You rinsed your mud-caked knees and pulled your feet out of the muck. And you were more cautious after that. You knew, from then on, that the world was a smaller place than you'd expected.

He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him.

But the problem with rules, he reflected, was that they implied a right way and a wrong way to do things. When, in fact, most of the time there were simply ways, none of them quite wrong or quite right, and nothing to tell you for sure which side of the line you stood on.

In Pauline and Mal's house, nothing was simple. In her parents' house, things had been good or bad, right or wrong, useful or wasteful. There had been nothing in between. Here, she found, everything had nuance; everything had an unrevealed side or unexplored depths. Everything was worth looking at more closely.

Nearly two decades later, others would raise this question, would talk about books as mirrors and windows, and Ed Lim, tired by then, would find himself as frustrated as he was grateful. We've always known, he would think; what took you so long?

Everything, she had come to understand, was something like infinity.

But the thing about portraits is, you need to show people the way they want to be seen. And I prefer to show people as I see them. So in the end I'd probably just frustrate us both." She

But the problem with rules, he reflected, was that they implied a right way and a wrong way to do things. When, in fact, most of the time there were simply ways, none of them quite wrong or quite right, and nothing to tell you for sure which side of the line you stood on. He

If men ever got periods, believe me, you'd all be in a ball on the ground from cramps.

Sex changed things, she realized-not just between you and the other person, but between you and everyone.

Everything that loomed so large close up - all you had to do was step away, and they shrank to nothing. You could stop taking their phone calls, tear up their letters, pretend they'd never existed. Start over as a new person with a new life. Just a problem of geography, he thought, with the confidence of someone who had never yet tried to free himself of family.

For the first time in his life, he is unremarkable, and this feels like power.

the problem with rules, he reflected, was that they implied a right way and a wrong way to do things. When, in fact, most of the time there were simply ways, none of them quite wrong or quite right, and nothing to tell you for sure which side of the line you stood on.

rainbow of different, beautiful lies. But now, seeing the picture