Quotes About Perspective

Because the doctors could not cure me, they decided I could not be sick. They told me it was all in my head. Namely, I was to blame. I was the sickness.

Sometimes I don't think any of us really believes anything we say; we are just defending our kind.

But my illness, even in its absence, made it hard for me to enjoy life. Good health means being unaware of one's health. I was not yet unaware.

I wanted to escape my head because my head is so stupid these days. I wanted to be inside someone else's head.

Yet when this day has ended my child will be older and I will be nearer to dead. Why should I wish for this to happen any sooner than it already will?

I said I had a three-year-old with broken fingers, and you said, 'Maybe he owed somebody money.'" "Yes

Make it interesting and it will be true: this is what story writers live by.

The experience profoundly changed my perspective. In the hospital, I hadn't perceived the anxiety and foreboding that permeated birth until I experienced the impact of its absence among the midwives. The peace, wonder, and intimacy were infinitely greater. What a compelling difference!

In comparison to what I've suffered from myself, the humiliation and suffering inflicted on me by others vanishes into insignificance.

Er hoffte also in paradoxaler Weise, nämlich auf die Vergangenheit gerichtet statt auf die Zukunft. Und das tun wir, nebenbei bemerkt, meistens.

Es gibt tatsächlich Weiber, die uns die Rosen ihrer Reize durch die Dornen ihrer anmaßlichen Dummheit verleiden, so dass gar keiner mehr danach greifen mag.

Optimismus ist nur ein Mangel an Information.

Alguien que lo mire desde fuera -todo el mundo es mirado desde fuera por los demás- siente siempre una cosa mejor o peor que aquel que conoce el asunto, trátese de felicidad o de desgracia, penas de amor o "decadencia artística".

He was not a realist, and I wasn't either, and we both knew that the others in all their triteness were realists, stupid as puppets which touch their collars a thousand times without ever discovering the string they are dangling on.

Your voice sounds as if you don't think much of the nineteenth century." "Right," I said, "I detest it." "You're wrong," he said, "nonsense. Even the architecture wasn't as bad as it's made out to be.

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I don't trust Catholics," I said, "because they take advantage of you." "And Protestants?" he asked with a laugh. "I loathe the way they fumble around with their consciences." "And atheists?" He was still laughing. "They bore me because all they ever talk about is God.

For the outsider--and everyone in this world is an outsider in relation to everyone else--something always seems worse or better than it does for the one directly concerned, whether that something is good luck or bad luck, an unhappy love affair or an 'artistic decline'.

Behind every word a whole world is hidden that must be imagined. Actually, every word has a great burden of memories, not only just of one person but of all mankind. Take a word such as bread, or war; take a word such as chair, or bed or Heaven. Behind every word is a whole world. I'm afraid that most people use words as something to throw away without sensing the burden that lies in a word.

When I got the Nobel Prize I said to myself that it had made me neither smarter nor more stupid.

There are times when visible poverty has its advantages.

Yes, we had made and excursion into another world and we had come back, but we had brought the joy of life and of humanity back with us. In the rush and whirl of everyday things, we so often live alongside one another without making any mutual contact. We had learned on the North Fae of the Eiger that men are good, and the earth on which we were born is good."(p.126)

Everyone is aware of the fact that visual and auditive perspective are identical; the only difference being that they are created and perceived by two physically different organs, the eye and the ear. How often the playing of a great master makes us think of a picture with a deep background and varying planes; the figures in the foreground almost leap out of the frame whereas in the background the mountains and clouds are lost in a blue haze.

The historian reports to us, not events themselves, but the impressions they have made on him.