Quotes About Perspective

Henry David Thoreau. The question is not what you look at, but what you see.

Shut up Jas, you are not Baby Jesus

How do you make yourself not like someone?

I always want to tell him everything. But instead I said, "What's your advice, Horn - meister?" And he started doing pretend beard stroking and said, "Well, luuurve is a many trousered thing. . . .

I am looking at you and you are looking at me. This is very good. I am looking and I am liking. You are looking and you are thinking, 'I hope she doesn't hit me with her crop.' But that is because I am me and you are you.

I care too much for people. I am a bit like Jesus. Only not so heavily bearded.

But I can be a very kind and caring person, especially if I am about three thousand miles away in a different country.

Still, a really heavy period should cheer me up.

Does it matter that the sausages are local? I'm just going to eat them, not make friends and go to the cinema with them.

Louise Shaffer

what planet did you parachute in from

I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it.

I am perfectly confident that I could never adequately convey to any other human being the precise reasons why I continue to refrain from suicide--the reasons, that is, why I still find existence enough of a compensation to atone for its dominantly burthensome quality.

It must be remembered that there is no real reason to expect anything in particular from mankind; good and evil are local expedients--or their lack--and not in any sense cosmic truths or laws.

My opinion of my whole experience varies from time to time.

Good and evil and beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of perspective, whose sole value lies in their linkage to what chance made our fathers think and feel, and whose finer details are different for every race and culture.

I think you have to get better, as you get older. Or, your perspective gets better, even if the work doesn't seem any better. When I was writing songs when I was 17, I was trying to write from a more experienced point of view. As you get older, you're not writing from an imagined point of view. You guess less.

It's really a lot easier to write about things that are problematic. Who wants to hear how happy you are?

Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their "of courses" Are not quite the same.

When trying to explain anything, I usually find that the Bible, that great collection of magnificent and varied poetry, has said it before in the best possible way.

All recurring joy is pain refined.

Taking us by and large, we're a queer lot We women who write poetry. And when you think How few of us there've been, it's queerer still. I wonder what it is that makes us do it, Singles us out to scribble down, man-wise, The fragments of ourselves.

Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession, many.

Fools, when their roof-tree falls, think it doomsday.