Quotes About Perspective

They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.

There are some men who are consoled by the idea that there are women less attractive than their wives; and others who are haunted by the knowledge that there are more attractive.

They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.

His statement to himself should have been 'I possess this now,therefore I am happy' , instead of what it so Victorianly was: 'I cannot possess this forever, therefore I am sad.

What you love is your own love. It's not love, it's selfishness. It's not me you think of, but what you feel about me.

You're not me. You can't feel like I feel. I can feel. No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine. It's not fine. It's just not so bad.

Piers is always going on about how he hated Stowe. As if that solves everything, as if to hate something means it can't have affected you.

It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.

They pay thousands and thousands for the Van Goghs and Modiglianis they'd have spat on at the time they were painted. Guffawed at. Made coarse jokes about.

When I was going on one day in the car about not having any close friends - using my favourite metaphor: the cage of glass between me and the rest of the world - she just laughed. 'You like it,' she said. 'You say you're isolated, boyo, but you really think you're different.

You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it ... fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf - your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in flight from the real reality. That is a basic definition of Homo sapiens.

People who teach you cram old ideas, old views, old ways, into you. Like covering plants with layer after layer of old earth; it's no wonder the poor things so rarely come up fresh and green.

As if that solves everything, as if to hate something means it can't have affected you.

If I could put a starving child before him and give it food and let him watch it grow well, I know he'd give money. But everything beyond what he pays for and sees himself get is suspicious to him. He doesn't believe in any other world but the one he lives in and sees. He's the one in prison; in his own hateful narrow present world.

Its meaning is whatever reaction it provokes in the reader, and so far as I am concerned there is no given 'right' reaction.

Utram bibis? Aquam an undam?" Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?

La maldad de todo el mundo está compuesta por millones de pequeñas gotas. Es una idiotez hablar de la falta de importancia de esas pequeñas gotas. Las pequeñas gotas y el océano son la misma cosa.

There are those of us who never see death ahead, but eternally behind: in any moment that stops and thinks.

there were times i thought i would forget her. but forgetting's not something you do, it happens to you. only it didn't happen to me

Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing, I had managed to set the experience in a kind of present past, a having looked, even as I was temporally and physically still looking...It is not necessarily too little knowledge that causes ignorance; possessing too much, or wanting to gain too much, can produce the same result.

He said, in some ways you're older than I am. You've never been deeply in love. Perhaps you never will be. He said, love goes on happening to you. To men. You become twenty again, you suffer as twenty suffers. All the dotty irrationalities of twenty. I may seem very reasonable at the moment, but I don't feel it. When you telephoned I nearly peed in my pants with excitement. I'm an old man in love. Stock comedy figure. Very stale. Not even funny.

These question-boundaries ...are ours, not of reality. We are led to them, caged by them not only culturally and intellectually, but quite physically, by the restlessness of our eyes and their limited field and acuity of vision.

We lack trust in the present, this moment, this actual seeing, because our culture tells us to trust only the reported back, the publicly framed, the edited, the thing set in the clearly artistic or the clearly scientific angle of perspective.

The profoundest distances are never geographical.