Quotes About Perspective

It had sure felt like death, but then everything since had felt like life.

Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text.

The dark makes the light stuff brighter.

Futility is in the eye of the beholder.

I thought you married me for my looks, my sensitivity, and my fabulous bedroom stamina. Carson said, Lucky for you, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But I will acknowledge you really do an exhaustive job cleaning the bedroom.

All death matters. Only to the living.

If anyone in your publishing life were to argue against a particular book or a career aspiration for reasons you had not already pondered and rejected after careful analysis, if they dazzled you with brilliant new considerations, then you'd have to back off and revisit your decisions. But what I was told never dazzled me. For example, I was often advised, by different people, that my work would never gain a big audience because my vocabulary was too large.

The world needed a little Evil, so Good had something to compare itself to, but you couldn't let it think it had the right-of-way on the road and an invitation to dinner.

We don't call them inmates,' Molly said, quoting one of the psychiatrists.'We call them patients.

to see the world as it is, instead of through the shadow that you cast upon it.

In our lives, we come to moments of great significance that we fail to recognize, the meaning of which does not occur to us for many years. Each of us has his agenda and focuses on it, and therefore we are often blind to what is before our eyes.

Don't be negative. Negative thinking disturbs the fabric of the cosmos.

Where does fiction end and reality begin?

We make so many of our own troubles, from mere mishaps to disasters, by dwelling on the possibility of them until the possible becomes inevitable.

Anyway, to maintain the right perspective, sweetie, we always should be at risk of failure, the possibility of making wrong choices.

Was the dividing line between life and fiction as hazy for other people as it was for a writer?

Living in a monastery, even as a guest rather than a monk, you have more opportunities than you might have elsewhere to see the world as it is, instead of through the shadow that you cast upon it.

When he looked away from her, the bottles were gone and with them all the vertical and horizontal currents of water and brandy that represented the omnidirectional tides of time's ocean.

That's life. Always something, more good than bad, but always interesting if you're paying attention.

Ideas shouldn't matter more than people." He

Until then, there is joy, which by the way does not, as was once thought, require contrast with fear and pain to keep its zing.

When you laugh at yourself, you gain perspective. Then you realize that the mistakes you made, as long as they didn't hurt anyone but yourself——well, you can forgive yourself for those.

Whatever you expect is what will be, so simply change your expectations.

Maybe the difference between horror and holiday was just the width of an ordinary street.