Quotes About Perspective

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

These kinds of fights can never be won - even if you're the victor, you've hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? why do we feel we need to disconnect in order to connect? If I wrote Dear Sofia or Dear Boomer or Dear Lily's Great-Aunt at the top of this postcard, wouldn't that change the words that followed? Of course it would. But the question is: When I wrote Dear Lily, was that just a version of Dear Myself? I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

Game over, you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

You don't realize - the great thing about change is how quickly we get used to it. So I'm not complaining. the more things change,the more they don't stay the same. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. They might not change everywhere all at once - but there are moments when the impossible becomes the inevitable, and the rest is just a matter of time.

belittle , v. No, I don't listen to the weather in the morning. No, I don't keep track of what I spend. No, it hadn't occurred to me that the Q train would have been much faster. But every time you give me that look, it doesn't make me want to live up to your standards.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we're really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

You can't know what it is like for us now--you will always be one step behind. Be thankful for that. You can't know what it was like for us then--you will always be one step ahead. Be thankful for that, too.

I guess it's a choice we make, she said. What's a choice? I asked. And she said, How much of the world we let in.

I'm a firm believer that every person, young or old, has at least one good story to tell.

I still don't know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can't exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can't exist on a diet without it, either.

If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that's not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

You're giving up. You're slipping into being miserable and if you are being miserable, then it's all about you again. But it's not all about you. Love doesn't work that way.

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait...

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.