Quotes About Perspective

Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.

If we weren't all crazy, we'd just go insane.

Some of its magic, Some of its tragic…But I had a good life all the way

Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.

Life is so much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

Some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, but I've had a good life all the way.

Maybe it's all too simple for the big brains to figure it out. What if the hokey-pokey is really what it's all about?

When life gives you limes, make margaritas.

I'm growing older but not up, my metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck. Let the hands of time blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living, then live while I'm dead...

As our mountain friend says, 'It takes about forty-five or fifty years before we realize that we can go to bed at about ten o'clock and not miss anything much.

People always believe that they are able to be objective, especially when it comes to relationships, yet very few are truly capable of it.

I often try to reassure myself by saying, "Well, at least it can't get any worse." But the truth is, it always can. And that's what really terrifies me.

Did you ever sit back and evaluate your life and think, "Boy, things are going just as I always wanted them to?" I didn't think so.

Life is like reading a third-rate novel written overnight upside down by a crazy drunk. You're not supposed to try to get it. Said by E-Wan

Gwen: It's not going to work. Paul: Pardon me? Gwen: Cinderella's not going to sleep with you because you're taking the ugly stepsister to the ball. She'll still make you wait.

Todo amor não é uma espécie de comparação?

Esses gerais são sem tamanho., Enfim, cada um o que quer aprova, o senhor sabe: pão ou pães, é questão de opiniães... O sertão está em toda a parte.

Se ninguém entende ninguém, e ninguém nunca entenderá nada, jamis; esta é a prática verdade.

O]ne of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened before.

Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.

I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

In fact I no longer value this kind of memento. I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted. There was a period, a long period, dating from my childhood until quite recently, when I thought I did. A period during which I believed that I could keep people fully present, keep them with me, by preserving their mementos, their things, their totems.

That no one dies of migraine seems to someone deep in an attack as an ambiguous blessing.