Quotes About Perspective

Quién dice que no es todo lo demás lo que es un sueño?

I can't tell you what's real for you. But in return, you can't say what's real for me either. I get to choose. Not you.

But what is a dream, Conor O'Malley? Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

He had loved Enzo. Loved him. And who cared if it was the love of a fifteen - and then a sixteen-year-old. Why did that make any less? They were older than those two idiots in Romeo and Juliet. Why did everyone no longer a teenager automatically dismiss any feeling you had then? Who cared if he'd grow out of it? That didn't make it any less true in those painful and euphoric days when it was happening. The truth was always now, even if you were young. Especially if you were young.

He's uncertain what's going to happen next. But he is certain that that's actually the point. If this is all a story, then that's what the story means. If it isn't a story, then the exact same is true.

Schier unglaublich - für den Rest der Welt ging das Leben einfach weiter. Für den Rest der Welt, der nicht wartete.

Pero, ¿qué importa la distancia si sólo fuera un sueño? ¿Acaso un sueño no podría cruzar toda la ciudad andando?

Por increíble que pudiera parecer, el tiempo seguía pasando para el resto del mundo. El resto del mundo que no estaba a la espera.

Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world keeps changing, whether I want it to or not.

Mais qu'est-ce qu'un rêve, Conor O'Malley ? dit le monstre en se penchant pour rapprocher son visage de celui du garçon. Qui peut dire que ce n'est pas tout le reste qui est un rêve ?

Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary.

Son," his father said, leaning forward. "Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect. His

But hell you make for yourself is still hell, maybe

Because who can say in the end that any one of these places is more real than any other?

Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

Everyone thinks they know better. Everyone.

What happens when you get older? Do you just forget everything before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

Ma che cos'è un sogno, Conor O'Malley? Chi può dire che non sia un sogno tutto il resto?

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day.

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Youth is a form of mental illness.

Copyright (C) 2012 by Rachel Swirsky

Do you not find it happens very often, that you are as gay as Garrick at dinner and then by supper-time you wonder why God made the world?