Quotes About Perspective

Memory is a snare, pure and simple; it alters, it subtly rearranges the past to fit the present.

But what do I have? The things I'm told and the things I tell, that's all. And as far as I know, that never yet made anyone fly.

Es más fácil imaginar la muerte de una persona que la de cien o mil...Multiplicado, el sufrimiento se vuelve abstracto. No es fácil conmoverse por cosas abstractas.

I do believe most curators - maybe I'm only speaking for myself here - want to be artists on some level. Curators must have an innate interest in what an artist makes. And they certainly have their opinions and criticisms, and the always ask, "How would I have made this, or how would another artist make this?

It is the nature of stories to leave out far more than they include.

The power of fiction is that it gives us, as readers, the opportunity to move inside another human being, to look out through that person's eyes, hear with her ears, think with his thoughts, feel with her feelings. It is the only form of art which can accomplish that feat so deeply, so completely. And thus it is the perfect bridge for helping us coming to know the other - the other inside as well as outside ourselves. (x)

A lot of women say they love being pregnant, but I wasn't such a big fan.

But if you don't watch me, I will try and sneak in some humor. I see humor everywhere in life around me.

Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women.

When it comes to Clare, sometimes, the past isn't past. The past can get as present as any present ever was, so near that I feel its breath.

She's the main character in her story, just like I'm the main character in mine.

Honestly, William, time ?' his mother had snapped. ' Distance ? Those things have nothing whatsoever to do with love. Who knows that better than you?

I laughed simply because being this particular person in this particular world at this particular moment was cause for joy...

Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears...

He pictured the black dot on the map again. Not very long ago, Dev had believed in the dot's randomness, but now the dot was houses, friends, trees, poems, fiery leaves snagged in his rake, his bike wheels on asphalt. He imagined the dot grown larger and printed with the words on his Milky Way poster: YOU ARE HERE.

Dev felt suddenly ashamed of himself for what he'd thought earlier, back in the car, that Lyssa should keep her craziness to herself, that having to feel compassion for a messed-up, hurting person was annoying and unfair.

too. Like I'm an outside person watching me do things. Except when I'm with you. Then, I'm on the inside.

Cuando alguna visita le pregunta cómo se siente en la cárcel, levanta los hombros y contesta, cansada: "No hay gran diferencia con mi vida de casada".

I want my body to look good to me first and to the rest of the world second. I want to be someone whom I'd aspire to be if I were another woman or whom I would desire if I were a man. But I also want to reach some level of acceptance of the body I have, regardless of my weight.

I know there are people who claim to enjoy dating, just like I know there are people who claim to enjoy a cold shower in the morning.

They had never had anything but now they had nothing. Mary realized how different those two conditions were.

But sometimes you can spend a lot of sorrow trying to change things for the better, when what was first was best. Its only you were too foolish to realize it.

For the first time, her singularity, the fact that she felt different from every person she knew, made sense to her, and she realized that no matter where she went in the world, she would have a point of view that no one else could possibly have.

It's not fair." "It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.