Quotes About Perspective

Life is a good deal more comfortable if one doesn't expect it to be fair.

Not a savage—a barbarian. Savages know nothing of civilization. We barbarians know what civilization is, though we may have a low opinion of it." Peregrine's tone was distinctly ironic.

How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards.

Every silver lining has a cloud.

The greatest polution problem we face today is negativity.

If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can't, you're right.

Your attitude determines your altitude. It really is true that if you think you can, you can; and if you think you can't – you're right.

If you think you can, you can. If you think you can't you're right.' -Mary Kay Ash

Landscapes we must owe something to the eye of the beholder.

Others beside Jane Austen have made their Eltons, though none quite so cooly as she.

We are all bumbling along,side by side, week in, week out, our paths similar in some ways and different in others, all apparently running parallel. But parallel lines never meet.

They all lived in their own little clouds.

I see the old even as I am looking at the new--the storefronts now occupied by up-to-date boutiques and trendy retail shops. It's almost like being in two places at the same time.

There isn't a person you wouldn't love if you could read their story

Well, that could've been worse.

It's a human tendency to confuse simple with easy!

I told my agents that I didn't want to go on the audition. But as that was happening I called my mom, who has been watching the show from the beginning, and my mom said, 'It's the coolest show. You have to go.'

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

Nineteen years are as ages to you when you are nineteen. When you are nineteen there is no experience to tell you that all things have an end.

Nineteen years are as ages to you when you are nineteen. When you are nineteen, there is no experience to tell you that all things have an end. This aching pain has no end.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

We are the hero of our own story.

I really tried, or so I thought, to avoid lying, but it seemed to me that they forced it on me by the difference in their vision of things, so that I was always transposing reality for them into something they could understand.

Knowing that death is hovering in the wings is a great leveller. We regret so many things - and yet what does it matter in the end? We can't change anything