Quotes About Perspective

How can you expect me to believe that?whether you believe it or not does not change the nature of truth

I don't think the amount of belief you have is what's important. I think it's what you have belief in that matters.

Been dead, done that got a fricken t-shirt

You know how it is with cats: They don't really have owners, they have staff.

could have almost convinced myself that everything was normal. But almost can be a really big word.

It's a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don't find it. If you don't give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.

I can detach myself from the world. If there is a better world to detach oneself from than the one functioning at the moment I have yet to hear of it.

everything is relative. you, for instance, are my relative.

Have you ever been turned down by a girl who afterwards married and then been introduced to her husband? If so you'll understand how I felt when Clarence burst on me. You know the feeling. First of all, when you hear about the marriage, you say to yourself, I wonder what he's like. Then you meet him, and think, There must be some mistake. She can't have preferred this to me!

The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.

Some time ago, he said, --how long it seems! -- I remember saying to a young friend of mine of the name of Spiller, 'Comrade Spiller, never confuse the unusual with the impossible.' It is my guiding rule in life.

I've found, as a general rule of life, that the things you think are going to be the scaliest nearly always turn out not so bad after all.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.

Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious.

Hear that, Eustace? He wishes we were staying a good long time. I expect it will seem a good long time, said Eustace, philosophically.

Would you say my head was like a pumpkin, Wooster?' 'Not a bit, old man.' 'Not like a pumpkin?' 'No, not like a pumpkin. A touch of the dome of St Paul's, perhaps.

Trouble, after all, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder

He was the sort of man who would have tried to cheer Napoleon up by talking about the Winter Sports at Moscow.

How did it all end?' 'Oh, I got away with my life. Still, what's life?' 'Life's all right.

If this is Upper Silesia, what on earth must Lower Silesia be like?

I was conscious of a passing pang for the oyster world, feeling--and I think correctly--that life for these unfortunate bivalves must be one damn thing after another.

You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

I may be wronging her, but I have an idea that she's the sort of girl who would want a fellow to carve out a career and what not. I know I've heard her speak favourably of Napoleon. So what with one thing and another the jolly old frenzy sort of petered out, and now we're just pals. I think she's a topper, and she thinks me next door to a looney, so everything's nice and matey.

Mary, in these days, simply couldn't see that he was on the earth. She looked round him, above him, and through him, but never at him;