Quotes About Perspective

Change the facts and you'll change the feelings." Chapter 20 · Page 175 · Location 3170

This village has known loss, people killed before their time, accidents, war, disease. Three Pines isn't immune to any of that. But you seem to accept it as part of life and not hang on to the bitterness.

from a distance you might see the big picture, but not the whole picture, you missed the details. Not everything was seen, from a distance.

In time, it wasn't all that long ago, but measured in events, it was an eternity.

Their reasons are their own,' he finally said. 'I don't have to care.

When you've seen the worst, You appreciate the best.

unbalanced, in that she sees quite clearly what's wrong with the world but can't seem to see what's right.

Peter bent and examined the pile. Only country people, thought Beauvoir, were endlessly fascinated by shit. Country people and parents.

But he knew he needn't worry. This man was afraid of nothing. "I count my blessings." He turned and saw Irene on the terrasse, as though he'd sensed her there. "We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector," said Finney. "Every day each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?" The old man brought his hand to his head and removed his hat, offering it to Gamache.

Irene Finney, like many very elderly people, knew that the world was indeed flat. It had a beginning and an end. And she had come to the edge.

Have you noticed that more people seem to be dying than are being born? Bean asked, handing the section to Finney, who took it and nodded solemnly. "That means there's more for those of us still here." He handed the section back. "I don't want more," said Bean. "You will.

The Chief believed if you sift through evil, at the very bottom you'll find good. He believed that evil has its limits. Beauvoir didn't. He believed that if you sift through good, you'll find evil. Without borders, without brakes, without limit.

Myrna understood how damaging it was to compare pain. To dismiss hurt just because it wasn't the worst.

You can't get milk from a hardware store. So stop asking for something that can't be given. And look for what is offered. She saw the fork of food, and the thin lips that rarely smiled at them, blowing on it.

Don't be so sure," said Gamache. "It's a little humbling to realize the pedestal isn't quite so high after all." Brebeuf chuckled. "Welcome to earth, Armand. It's a little dirty down here.

No," said Armand. "The outside won't change, but the inside might. We can but hope." "We can do more than that, Chief Inspector, if we choose. Hope on its own is rarely enough.

What're you going to focus on? What's unfair, or all the wonderful things that happen? Both are true, both are real. Both need to be accepted. But which carries more weight with you?" Stephen tapped the boy's chest. "The terrible or the wonderful? The goodness or the cruelty?

You can't get milk from a hardware store. So stop asking for something that can't be given. And look for what is offered.

The trial is about facts, but feelings are also a fact.

After spending most of her life scanning the horizon for slights and threats, genuine and imagined, she knew the real threat to her happiness came not from the dot in the distance, but from looking for it. Expecting it. Waiting for it. And in some cases, creating it. Her

But Armand always said people react differently to death, and it was folly to judge anyone and double folly to judge what people do when faced with sudden, violent death. Murder. They weren't themselves.

Everyday for Lucy's entire dog life Jane had sliced a banana for breakfast and had miraculously dropped one of the perfect disks on to the floor where it sat for an instant before being gobbled up. Every morning Lucy's prayers were answered, confirming her belief that God was old and clumsy and smelt like roses and lived in the kitchen. But no more. Lucy knew her God was dead. And she now knew the miracle wasn't the banana, it was the hand that offered the banana.

She was beginning to see how quickly something completely normal could suddenly seem sinister, if you chose to see it that way.

That we could forget the good and only remember the