Quotes About Perspective

Do you know many stories?" He smiled, and the network of lines that crossed his face turned to make themselves part of that smile. "I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth.

So," Chronicler said. "Subjunctive mood." "At best," Kvothe said, "it is a pointless thing. It needlessly complicates the language. It offends me.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.

Increíble -dijo Wilem, maravillado-. El todopoderoso Kvothe, vencido por una mujer.

He gestured at the brief and brutal lay of stones between us. "Look at that. Why would I ever want to win a game such as this?" I looked down at the board. "The point isn't to win?" I asked. "The point," Bredon said grandly, "is to play a beautiful game." He lifted his hands and shrugged, his face breaking into a beatific smile. "Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?

Todos nos contamos una historia sobre nosotros mismos. Siempre. Continuamente. Esa historia es lo que nos convierte en lo que somos. Nos construimos a nosotros mismos a partir de esa historia.

a lettuce that thinks it is a lettuce." "It's a clever lettuce then." "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it was a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

She knew the cave wasn't very deep. But everything seems bigger in the dark.

We all know that when the lights are out all women are the same height!

Nothing makes a man feel older than a young woman.

Does six strike you as a good number?" I didn't know what he was getting at. "Six isn't exactly a lucky number," I hedged. "If I were looking for a good number I'd have to go up to seven." I shrugged. "Or down to three.

Están las cosas tan mal como parece? ¿O me he vuelto viejo, como mi padre, y a todo le encuentro un sabor amargo comparado con cuando era niño?

Devi chuckled a bit. "Money is nice," she said, her eyes glittering. "But the world is full of things that people would never sell. Favors and obligation are worth far, far more.

She turned and began to climb the stairs. I followed her silently, appreciating the new perspective.

No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room.

Things are more easily seen from edges. Danger rouses the sleeping mind. It makes some things clear.

Si pretendes imponerle tu voluntad al mundo, debes controlar tu capacidad de creer.

the key is knowing when to fight. Men are full of anger, so they have trouble with this. Women less so.

I thought I might be a little crazy." "You still might be," she said. "I'm not a good touchstone to use for judging your sanity." "Do you feel crazy?" She shook her head, a half smile curling the corner of her mouth. "No. How about you?" "Not particularly." "That's either good or bad, depending," she said. "How do you propose we go about solving the mystery of the ages?

Jeder erzählt in seinem eigenen Kopf eine Geschichte über sich. Ununterbrochen. Die ganze Zeit. Und diese Geschichte macht einen zu dem, der man ist. Wir gründen unser ganzes Leben auf diese Geschichte.

History tends to be rather dry but everyone enjoys a story

Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

Abenthy gave me an appraising look. I'd been waiting for it. It was the look that said, "You don't sound as young as you look." I hoped he'd come to grips with it fairly soon. It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.