Quotes About Perspective

How's that different from being paranoid?" "Same. Except not crazy.

Ain't all that simple," he said. "It's everything I been brought up to be. Can't all be bullshit, can it?" Rydell, glancing over at him, took pity. "Naw," he said, "I guess it wouldn't have to be, necessarily, all of it, but it's just—" "What they bring you all up to be, Berry?" Rydell had to think about it. "Republican," he said, finally.

Just now she wishes lives could be replaced as easily, but knows that that isn't right. However odd things seem, mustn't it be to exactly that extent of oddness that a life is one's own, and no one else's?

Language fits over experience like a straight jacket.

I must say that anyone who passed through those years [of World War II] without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.

What's in a book, is not what an author thought he put into it, it's what the reader get out of it.

Iti spun un lucru. Ce este mai apropiat decat fratele de frate, mama de copil?Ce este mai apropiat decat mana de gura, gandul de minte? E viziunea, Roger. Nu ma astept ca tu sa intelegi asta... -Dar pricep,mai incape vorba! Jocelin isi inalta chipul si deodata zambi: -Chiar intelegi? -Dar vine clipa in care viziunea nu mai e decat jocul copilului de-a-sa-zicem. -Aha! Clatina din cap, incet, atent; si luminile plutira. -Atunci nu intelegi deloc. Deloc.

The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he's written it.

aç?klamak istiyordu; hiç kimsenin tam san?ld??? gibi olmad???n? anlatmak istiyordu.

Se le facce cambiavano, quando erano illuminate dall'alto o dal basso... cos'era mai una faccia? Che cos'era tutto?

What's in a book is not what the author put into it, it's what the reader gets out of it.

Our mistake is to confuse our limitations with the bounds of possibility . . .

Söyleyecek baÅŸka ÅŸeyleri yoktu, ama ikisi de hiçbir ÅŸeyin çözüme kavuÅŸmad???n? biliyordu.

Let's look on the bright side: we're having an adventure, Fezzik, and most people live and die without being as lucky as we are.

I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.

I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Ahora bien, también debo decir, por enésima vez, que la vida no es justa. Sólo es más justa que la muerte. Eso es todo.

How could someone care if she were the most beautiful woman in the world or not. What difference could it have made if you were only the third most beautiful. Or the sixth.

Death of the heart,' the subtitle says, Whose death? And even more important maybe, whose heart?

I'm not trying to make this a downer, understand. I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

The main thing was to know the world, every twenty-five years or so, back for a couple hundred years, and if you had that info handy, always there under your belt, then you could figure out the gaps.

Don't expect too much from life, Buttercup told herself as she rode along. Learn to be satisfied with what you have.

This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes were here even before stew.)

For the pedant, dates are deities, worthy of worship, but for the true social historian, they are minutiae only, a shorthand, convenient reminders and no more. You do not ask a Titanic survivor, 'Let me see now, just exactly when was that?' You ask him this: 'What was it like? How did you feel?' And that is the job of the social historian: to make the past vibrant for the present; to emotionally involve those of us who were not there. And to make us understand.