Quotes About Perspective

Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.

All right. It is so, then. But not to me. Not in my life and my love.

B]ecause the second time I ever saw you I learned what I had read in books but I never had actually believed: that love and suffering are the same thing and that the value of love is the sum of what you have to pay for it and anytime you get it cheap you have cheated yourself.

It was that his words, his telling, just did not synchronize with what his hearers believed would (and must) be the scope of a single individual.

All the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottle-neck of the most recent decade of years.

and the very old men--some in their brushed Confederate uniforms--on the porch and the lawn, talking of Miss Emily as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottleneck of the most recent decade of years.

It's Cash and Jewel and Varadaman and Dewey Del', pa says kind of hangdog and proud too, with this teeth and all, even if he wouldn't look at us. 'Meet Mrs Bundren', he says.

Luster returned, wearing a stiff new straw hat with a colored band and carrying a cloth cap. The hat seemed to isolate Luster's skull, in the beholder's eye as a spotlight would, in all its individual planes and angles. So peculiarly individual was its shape that at first glance the hat appeared to be on the head of someone standing immediately behind Luster.

When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they don't really know what they mean.

the very old men [...] believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottle-neck of the most recent decade of years.

But I aint so sho that ere a man has the right to say what is crazy and what aint. It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity, that watches the sane and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment.

He was as calm as a god who has seen both life and death, and seen nothing of particular importance in either of them.

Because a fellow can see ever now and then that children have more sense than him. But he dont like to admit it to them until they have beards.

If somebody tole you, hit could be a lie. But if you dream hit, hit can't be a lie case ain't nobody there to tole hit to you

Garip ÅŸey, derdin ne olursa olsun erkekler sana diÅŸlerini muayene ettir der, kad?nlar da evlen der. Hayat?nda hiçbir ÅŸeyi baÅŸaramam?? bir adam kalkar sana iÅŸini nas?l yöneteceÄŸini anlat?r. Bir çift çorab? olmayan üniversite profesörlerinin on y?lda nas?l milyoner olunaca??n? ve ömründe bir koca bulamam?? bir kad?n?n aileye nas?l bak?laca??n? anlatmas?na benzer bu.

I see all the while how folks could say he was queer, but that was the very reason couldn't nobody hold it personal. It was like he was outside of it too, same as you, and getting mad at it would be kind of like getting mad at a mud-puddle that splashed you when you stepped in it.

that adult trait of being convinced of anything by an assumption of silent superiority

My gad, one of them, warrant officer pilot, captain and M. C. in turn said to me once; if you can treat a crate that way, why do you want to fly at all?

I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.

Man the sum of his climatic experiences

I says to myself it's a good thing her eyes are giving out

She accepted that--not reconciled: accepted--as though there is a breathing-point in outrage when you can accept it almost with gratitude since you can say to yourself, 'thank God, this is all; at least I now know all of it--

Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it. Because

Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing.