Quotes About Perspective

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life a new again.

We are the same and not the same, uniquely other, but with pages of shared history.

Poetry is a kind of knowing, a way of looking at the ordinary until it becomes special and the exceptional until it becomes commonplace.

What I'm trying to describe is that it's impossible to get out of your skin into somebody else's.... That somebody else's tragedy is not the same as your own.

One thing that struck me early is that you don't put into a photograph what's going to come out. Or, vice versa, what comes out is not what you put in.

I mean, it's very subtle and a little embarrassing to me, but I really believe there are things which nobody would see unless I photographed them.

Nothing is ever the same as they said it was. It's what I've never seen before that I recognize.

Nothing is ever the same as they said it was.

I mean, if you've ever spoken to someone with two heads, you know they know something you don't.

If you scrutinize reality closely enough, if in some way you really, really get to it, it becomes fantastic.

If I stand in front of something, instead of arranging it, I arrange myself.

Feelings are never right or wrong," she said after a moment. "They just are.

Beware! said the peridxis's voice in her head. Don't let It's shadowy little truth overwhelm the greater one.

Even in your world, people have died for words. Sometimes they've died of them. One learns to be careful what one says in such a world. And like anything so powerful, like any weapon, words cut both ways. They redeem and betray—sometimes both at once. The attribute we name as a virtue may also turn out to be our bane. So we watch what we call things—in case we should turn out to be right.

There's no way that can be the river, Rhiow said. Rhi, the ceiling of Grand Central-- Saash said. It's backward, Rhiow snapped, thank you very much, I know all about it. Is it? Saash said. Which direction are you coming at it from? Rhiow closed her mouth and thought about that.

They took her intent and read that too, turning it into fact.

The Spear in the Other's heart is the spear in your own: you are he.

Kit gave the Pig a look. Oh, come on! The Powers... His voice trailed off as the Pig gave him the same look right back. I mean, the One... wouldn't play jokes-- Wouldn't It? said the Transcendent Pig. Been out in the real world lately?

When people think an idea is theirs, he said later in his writings aboard Rea's Helm, they take it so much the more to heart than if they think they got it from someone else, or worse, followed a great public trend. There is nothing people want to do more than to follow great trends, and nothing they want less to seem to be doing.

It was an annoying realization, but it was the truth; and as such, she wouldn't have given it up for anything.

Talking to Clarence can be like talking to a child, although it is much more charming in children.

It begins to dawn on her that she is lackadaisical about other people. They are tremendously important to her for a time and then they are not. She begins to see her life in sections, as separate pockets of time and affiliation.

It is time to venture out of the comforting land of either/or opposites and travel into the uncertain territory of both/and.

He didn't know of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight, and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. I know, he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.