Quotes About Perspective

me giving my mom romantic advice is kind of like a goldfish giving a snail advice on how to fly." -Will Grayson (pg. 66)

Your life is your life. You can't live it in compartments.Each place you're in has a door open at either end.

There's something wrong when there's nothing wrong.

He's not doing it to hurt me. I have to believe that. He's doing it to make himself happy which just happens to hurt me.

And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.

We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

This was how we'd always played. You were Cinderella, I was a mouse. You were Alice, I was the Hatter. You were the sun, and I wasn't even the moon.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.

Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.

How did my world get so small?

i know he's been looking forward to this--and i know that i've been looking forward to this. but now i have to stop looking forward and start looking at where i am. it's hard.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

Sometimes I wish we could open ourselves up to each other as much as we do to the sky. To the smallness and the enomity.

Maybe that's what history is, you go from one I can't believe it the next. And sometimes the I can't believe its are good, and sometimes they're bad. But the sum total of positive ones always outweighs the negative ones.

You know one me. Just like I know one you. But you can't know every me, Evan. And I can't know every you.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

These things do not matter except that they matter to us. We have given them meaning In the same way we have given each other a meaning.

why is it upset? shouldn't it be downset?

The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is.y

As sisters, they probably have closer to 99 percent in common, but they're not about to recognize that. They'd rather fight over what kind of pet they're going to get … It's an argument for its own sake.

There are so many minutes and hours and days we spend taking life for granted, not feeling it so much as going along with it. But then there are moments like this, when the aliveness of life is crystalline, palpable, undeniable. It is the ultimate buoy against drowning. It is the ever-saving grace.

This is the problem with having a barrier between you and everyone else —you see it, but they don't. They talk to you, but you can't talk back to them.