Quotes About Perspective

I'm not going to tell you that in ten years you'll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking, because I remember being twenty-one and thinking that my personality was a solid thing, that me was set in stone, that I would always feel what I felt and believe what I believed. But not I know that me is fluid and shape-changing.

I'm not going to tell you in ten years you'll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking, because I remember being 21 and thinking my personality was a solid thing, that 'me' was set in stone, that I would always feel what I felt and believe what I believed. But now I know 'me' is fluid and shape-changing. So whatever you're feeling now, it's temporary.

Wanting to die and dying are generally unrelated.

I'd subliminally determined at this point that the only way to really know what was going on in the world was to listen to women talk.

But she needed to write it down to make it into a story instead of the truth about her life.

I'd subliminally determined at this point that the only ay to really know what was going on in the world was to listen to women talk. Anyone who ignores the chatter of women is poorer by any measure.

It's very odd, looking back, how accepting children can be of the oddest scenarios.

They weren't bad books, Phin countered patiently. They were books that you didn't enjoy. It's not the same thing at all. The only bad books are books that are so badly written that no one will publish them. Any book that has been published is going to be a 'good book' for someone

Just that. What? What did it mean? What did any of it mean? Did it mean he was sorry? Did it mean she should forgive him? Or that he had forgiven her? Who was right? Who was wrong?

Yes. I do. And I am. You can be happily married and a feminist.' 'I don't think so. I think that you can only be a feminist if you're single.' 'Oh. That's an interesting counterpoint. Can you elaborate?' 'I shouldn't need to, Alix. You should understand what I'm saying.

Well, like I say. That is your interpretation of events. I just recall a girl who was disappointed and pissed off because she wasn't going to get to do the things she wanted to do, and a brand-new husband left feeling a little inadequate and scared that the girl would rather leave him and find someone who did

Business-class travel. If you haven't done it, then you can only imagine it. And once you have done it, you can never unimagine it—you are ruined for life.

And how many stories has she missed all these years while she's been so wrapped up in her own?

Things that felt like a good idea at ten o'clock would seem like the worst idea in the world by ten thirty. Someone once said to her that the key to a happy life was making good decisions. But making good decisions was beyond her because she could always see an infinity of outcomes and all of them seemed good for at least a moment.

But, in the story that this spinning Rolodex of endless and infinite universes gave to me, this is where I am and I should be glad and grateful. And in a way I am.

There was nothing more worrying than being told there was nothing to worry about when you hadn't been worrying in the first place.

I'd subliminally determined at this point that the only way to really know what was going on in the world was to listen to women talk. Anyone who ignores the chatter of women is poorer by any measure.

It wasn't a suggestion that I was taking up too much of your life; that I was somehow blocking your view of better things. It was an invitation to banter.

the only way to really know what was going on in the world was to listen to women talk. Anyone who ignores the chatter of women is poorer by any

It hadn't mattered then. It hadn't mattered to either of them. Because they were in love. And ugly flats look pretty when you're in love.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.

I like pessimists. They're always the ones who bring life jackets for the boat.

I spent most of my youth hauling sides of beef and pork to my father's shop. Carrying you is far more enjoyable." "How sweet," Annabelle mumbled sickly, her eyes closed. "Every woman dreams of being told that she's preferable to a dead cow.

I'm not short. I'm…vertically disadvantaged.