Quotes About Perspective

Those old sayings about Give It Time, and Time is a Healer depend on just whose time it is.

Don't you think it's strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink to this coin sized world?

My mother is very like William Blake, she has visions and dreams and she cannot always distinguish a flea's head from a king. Luckily she can't paint.

Not so. Fold up the maps and put away the globe. If someone else had charted it, let them. Start another drawing with whales at the bottom and cormorants at the top, and in between identify, if you can, the places you have not found yet on those other maps, the connections obvious only to you. Round and flat, only a very little has been discovered.

Most of us can only see the world we know.

I hate this hospital. I sat in the car like this after my wife died. Staring out of the windscreen seeing nothing. The whole day passed and then it was night and nothing had changed because everything had changed.

Viitorul, prezentul È™i trecutul nu exist? decât în mintea noastr?, iar de la dep?rtare marginile li se micÈ™oreaz? È™i li se înceÈ›oÈ™eaz? precum graniÈ›ele unor ??ri duÈ™mane, v?zute dintr-un oras plutitor, tocmai de pe bolt?.

Nowadays people talk about the things he did as though they made sense. As though even his most disastrous mistakes were only the result of bad luck or hubris.

Should be great. But when have things ever worked out great? In the human dream?

I don't care about the facts, Domino, I care about how I feel. How I feel will change, I want to remember that.

I think I may have missed the world, that the one I've seen is a decoy to get me off the scent.

I wish to know, said Claire. God help us, muttered Byron. I wish TO KNOW why all that ails mankind must be the fault of womankind? Women are weak, said Byron. Or perhaps men need to believe it is so, I said.

Just because you can't tell what it is, doesn't mean it's not what it is.

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat's cradle, and maybe knot it up a bit more.

What makes up a life; events or the recollection of events? How much of recollection is invention? Whose invention?

I don't hate men, I just wish they'd try harder.

The photographer frames the shot, writers frame their world.

Our memories change as we do.

We get somewhere we couldn't go otherwise and we profit from the trip, but we can't stay there, it isn't our world, and we shouldn't let that world come crashing down into the one we can inhabit.

There's a lot of talk about freedom. It's like the Holy Grail, we grow up hearing about it, it exists, we're sure of that, and every person has his own idea of where.

The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished. Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.

You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not.

Ti do un consiglio: quando sei giovane e ti capita di leggere qualcosa che non ti piace affatto, mettilo da parte e rileggilo tra tre anni dopo. Se ancora non ti piace, rileggilo dopo altri tre anni. E quando sei giovane - quando arrivi ai cinquant'anni come me - rileggerai il libro che ti è piaciuto in assoluto di meno.

Shakespeare shook his head and sunk his chin into his ruff, making him look more owl-like than ever. "I have written about other worlds often enough. I have said what I can say. There are many kinds of reality. This is but one kind.