Quotes About Perspective

Afghans love beautiful things, but we have seen so much ugliness, we sometimes forget how wonderful a thing like a flower is

Tanks were normal. Bombs were normal. Why couldn't eating be normal?

Already you are walking in the heat to get somewhere, but where can you go? There is nowhere but here. This street or that street, it is all the same. One day you will know this, and you will sit down and wait.

Letting go is the hardest part... but you have to look at it through their eyes and realize the pain you caused them is that same pain you feel now.

Happy people look young. You're really afraid of getting older, aren't you? You should only be afraid of getting less happy.

Life doesn't take itself seriously for long. Joy leaves an imprint even in the hardest sorrow.

I'm a woman. Forty-five in female years (which is about a hundred and thirty in male years - bastards).

I hit a low place," she began. "Perhaps it was the idea that fifty was looming. I don't know, but I felt off. Out of sync with myself.

The space reminded me of the small hay-bale clubhouses and scrap-wood tree forts that my brothers and I had made as kids - high up spaces where you could see things differently, where you could get your bearings.

The naysayer has a place in your life, but if that is someone that you are considering to be your friend, do they truly add value in your life?

Look. Isn't he beautiful? Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that? Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.

Again from a distance, Sukie was once again struck by her mother's chic and how different things can seem from far away, how there's more than one truth, the faraway truth and the truth close up.

This is an example of why travel is important. It changes perspective. It alters your eyes and ears, puts unexpected notions into your head, provides aha moments.

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Our truest opinions are not those we never change, but those to which we most often return.

Now look, my friend, if you come to think it out you will find that in all things our real opinion is not the one from which we have never wavered, but the one to which we have most regularly returned.

I note that I've lived longer in the past now, than I can expect to live in the future. I have more to remember than I have to look forward to. Memory fades, not much of the past stays, and I wouldn't mind forgetting more of it.

He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.

Like all men you have a religion - at least a way of looking at yourself and the universe both at once, which is all I'd hope a religion to be...

I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth. I don't mean that we all end up dead, that's not the great pity. I mean that he couldn't tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn't tell him what was real.

He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd only wasted a few years.

Meaning can't change from person to person, and still be true

He'd come to war to see abstractions become realities. Instead he'd seen the reverse. Everything was abstract now.

She knew: shit, we might as well have been drinking a dog's tears. Nothing mattered except that we were alive.