Quotes About Perspective

You shouldn't let it bother you," Drew said earnestly. "That's just babble. It doesn't mean anything. None of you are going to die and you're obviously not dead. For Pete's sake.

She had a way of making everyone around her feel as though every impossible thing was possible.

It is my belief that books are living things.

They see themselves in you and are blinded.

The title was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass. He frowned at it in confusion. It wasn't what he'd thought a mortal book would be like; he thought they would be dull things, odes to their cars or skyscrapers.

You might beg to differ. So long as you're begging, he doesn't mind a bit.

An unhappy childhood is supposed to make you grow up fast, but I still feel like a kid a lot of the time.

Sometimes he forgot how small she was, because her bravery loomed so large in his mind.

Stories can justify anything. It doesn't matter if the boy with the heart of stone is a hero or a villain; it doesn't matter if he got what he deserved or if he didn't. No one can reward him or punish him, save the storyteller. And she's the one who shaded the tale so we'd feel whatever way we feel about him in the first place.

But for a moment it felt good to be awful, like looking down on the world from some great height.

If someone were hitting Aaron over the head, he would thank them for stopping.

I had a tutor who wanted me to believe that mercy is a kind of sorrow and that since evil is the motive of sorrow, evil is also the motive of mercy. I thought that my tutor was old and cruel, and maybe he was—but now I think he was also right.

Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she told a lie to her friend's brother so that her friend's brother drove her to the bus station. She brought with her a bottle of orange soda, fifty dollars (half in change), sparkly slippers, and her cell phone. He thought he was helping. So did she.

When you're in danger , everything becomes clear,doesn't it? Everything else falls away. Danger is a terrible addiction, but that's what I like - the clarity of thought that it provides. How about you?

There are many things I don't know, but I know a great deal about imprisonment.

But standing in front of Midnight, knowing what actually happened, Tana could see that Midnight wasn't just telling a story to other people, she was telling a story to herself.

I was a fool", I say, because i might as well admit it. " I gave up the bird in my hand for two in the bush

Stories tell a truth, if not precisely the truth.

Interesting." He takes another step closer, squatting and regarding us from eye level. "There are so few children in Faerie that I've never seen one of us twinned. Is it like being doubled or more like being divided in half?

You cannot believe he males a better High King than I would." I look Madoc in the eyes, and my mouth makes the words before I can snatch them back. "Maybe I believe that it's time for Elfhame to be ruled by a queen.

She's there, throwing daggers at a painting of a sunset. 'You didn't like it?' I ask, pointing to the canvas. 'I liked it well enough,' she says. 'Now I like it better.

You're awful.' He said it as though he was delighted. 'And the worst part is that you believe otherwise.

After all, if the insult to me is pointing out that I am mortal, then this is my riposte: I live here, too, and I know the rules. Perhaps I even know them better than you since you were born into them, but I had to learn. Perhaps I know them better than you because you have greater leeway to break them.

He made me into a story, and now I am going to make a story out of someone else