Quotes About Perspective

Allting blir svårt när man vill äga saker, bära dem med sig och ha dem. Jag bara tittar på dem och när jag går min väg har jag dem inne i huvudet och kan ha roligare saker för mig än att bära kappsäckar.

You're an idiot," Snufkin said. "Or still worse, you're a story spoiler.

When they reached the top of the hill they turned and looked down at the valley. Moominhouse was just a blue dot, and the river a narrow ribbon of green: the swing they couldn't see at all. "We've never been such a long way from home before," said Moomintroll, and a little goose-fleshy thrill of excitement came over them at the thought.

Everyone must imagine his own snakes because no one else's snakes can ever be as awful.

We'll always keep our bangles in brown pond water in the future. They're so much more beautiful that way

I'm not a great one for beds, said the muskrat. They are unnecessary furniture, really. It was the only hole I lived in, but I was happy there. Of course, it's all the same to a philosopher whether he is happy or not, but it was a good hole . . .

You sentimentalise them because they're little," she said. "But the format doesn't matter. I have gradually learned that everyone, absolutely everyone of every size, is out to get something. People want things. It comes to them naturally. Of course they get more skilful with age, and they're no longer so disarmingly obvious, but the goal doesn't change. Your children simply haven't had time to learn how it's done. That's what we call innocence.

You believe it's cold, but if you build yourself a snowhouse it's warm. You think it's white, but at times it looks pink, and another time it's blue. It can be softer than anything, and then again harder than stone. Nothing is certain.

og forresten er vel alle og enhver ulykkelig på sin egen måte, og det skulle jeg tro de har rett til!

Dear Gaffsie, believe me, we are so very small and insignificant, and so are our tea cakes and carpets and all those things, you know, and still they're so important, but always they're threatened by mercilessness.

Sniff looked at them and noticed that they were much smaller than he was, so he felt kinder and said, condescendingly. "Hullo. Nice to see you.

At the same time they both caught sight of a third curly flourish on a tree-trunk right in front of them, but it was terribly high up, at least three feet above the ground. "That's it, I'm sure," said Sniff, stretching himself. "I must be taller than I thought!

That's not true, not grammar, and it doesn't even rhyme properly,' said Snufkin, and the subject was dropped.

if words lie face down there's a chance they might change during the night; you may suddenly come to see them with a new eye, perhaps with a rapid flash of insight. It is conceivable.

Sophia," she said, "this is really not something to argue about. You can see for yourself that life is hard enough without being punished for it afterwards. We get comfort when we die, that's the whole idea

Märkvärdigt att en så stor och långdragen besvikelse så kvickt kan glömmas for en ny förälskelse men så var det.

Do you know the difference between the first love and the last? It's this: you always think the first love is the last and the last the first...

Du bist kein Sammler mehr, nur noch ein Besitzer, und das macht überhaupt nicht so viel Spaß.«

När Fredrikson avlöste mig vid rodret i gryningen nämnde jag i förbigående Joxarens förvånande och fullkomliga brist på intresse för omgivningen. Hm, sade Fredrikson. Kanske han tvärtom bryr sig om allting? Lite lugnt och lagom. Vi bryr oss om en enda sak. Du vill bli. Jag vill göra. Mitt brorsbarn vill ha. Men Joxaren bara lever.

Jag äger allt jag ser och känner mig glad åt. Hela jorden om du vill.

It looks as if neither of us will ever convince the other. But do we need to?" "No, the other person only needs to listen and understand." "I can accept that." - The Hothouse

Gathering is peculiar, because you see nothing but what you're looking for. If you're picking raspberries, you see only what's red, and if you're looking for bones you see only the white. No matter where you go, the only thing you see is bones.

Haven't you ever been spooked by something everyone else thinks is a nonissue?

What is truth? Truth doesn't really exist. Who is going to judge whether my experience of an incident is more valid than yours? No one can be trusted to be the judge of that.