Quotes About Perspective

It is in sickness that we are compelled to recognise that we do not live alone but are chained to a being from a different realm, from whom we are worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.

Self-centredness thus enabling every human being to see the universe spread out in descending tiers beneath himself who is its lord,

My life had been like a painter who climbs up a road overhanging a lake that is hidden from view by a screen of rocks and trees. Through a gap he glimpses it, he has it all there in front of him, he takes up his brushes.

A veces estamos demasiado dispuestos a creer que el presente es el único estado posible de las cosas.

We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness, which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world.

In the end they come to fill out so completely the curve of his cheeks, to follow so exactly the line of his nose, they blend so harmoniously in the sound of his voice that these seem to be no more than a transparent envelope, so that each time we see the face or hear the voice it is our own ideas of him which we recognise and to which we listen. And

Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves and not anything else, by the immobility of our conception of them.

And then one goes on to the next. Because love is all rot, you know

and was perhaps even more affecting when it appeared thus without the church. And, indeed, there are many others which look best when seen in this way,

Cada lector es, cuando lee, el propio lector de sí mismo. La obra del escritor no es más que una especie de instrumento óptico ofrecido al lector para permitirle discernir lo que, sin ese libro, no hubiera podido ver en sí mismo.

Qui du cul d'un chien s'amourose, Il lui paraît une rose.

Os que vêm a conhecer algum detalhe exato da vida alheia tiram logo consequências que não o são, e veem no fato recém-descoberto a explicação de coisas que precisamente não têm nenhuma relação com ele.

Benim insanlar?n zekas?yla ilgili dü?üncem bazen de?i?ir;ama de?i?menin onlar?n zekas? de?il, benim dü?üncem oldu?unu gayet iyi bilirim.

Yes, I have been forced to whittle down the facts, and to be a liar, but it is not one universe, there are millions, almost as many as the number of human eyes and brains in existence, that awake every morning.

In later life we look at things in a more practical way, in full conformity with the rest of society, but youth was the only time in which we learned anything

Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth...

felt myself still reliving a past which was no longer anything more than the history of another person;

She lived her life, but I may have been the only one to dream it.

So that every fresh encounter is a sort of rectification, which brings us back to what we really did see. We have no longer any recollection of this, to such an extent does what we call remembering a person consist really in forgetting him.

But then, even in the most insignificant details of our daily life, none of us can be said to constitute a material whole, which is identical for everyone, and need only be turned up like a page in an account-book or the record of a will; our social personality is created by the thoughts of other people. Even the simple act which we describe as "seeing some one we know" is, to some extent, an intellectual process.

in later years, one can grow so well accustomed as to smile at them, to take the tormentor's side with a. happy determination which deludes one into the belief that it is not, really, tormenting; but

Pikiran itu sendiri adalah tempat; di dalamnya ia dapat mengubah neraka menjadi surga atau surga menjadi neraka

The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

One who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, and what I should be... And what I should be