Quotes About Perspective

I gave a silent prayer of thanks that I didn't seem to be lousy. I had probably been too filthy for any self-respecting louse to take up residence.

that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

Tõde ja see, mida me soovime tõde olevat, on erinevad asjad.

So this is the defference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

When a man gives you a rose what you see may not be what he intends. You may think he sees you as delicate or frail. Perhaps you dislike a suitor who considers you all sweet and nothing else. Perhaps the stem is thorned, and you assume he thinks you likely to hurt a hand too quick to touch. But if he trims the thorns you might think he has no liking for a thing that can defend itself with sharpness.

Does this seem to be a place that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

lo delgada que es la línea que separa la verdad de una mentira convincente. La línea que separa la historia de un relato entretenido.

No creo que se pueda aprender todo de nada, y menos de un idioma.

More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts.

there wasn't much difference between the University and the streets of Tarbean. No matter where you are, people are basically the same. Besides,

Om man säger till henne att hon är vacker tycker hon att man är snäll, men hon tror en inte. Hon vet att skönhet finns i betraktarens ögon...Men det finns ett bättre sätt. Man visar henne att hon är vacker... plötsligt förändras den historia hon berättar för sig själv, inne i huvudet. Hon förvandlas. Hon är inte sedd som vacker. Hon är vacker och sedd". (s. 384)

To deem us simply enemies is to lose the true flavor of our relationship

You people are easily confused by the look of things.

Es como la vida misma [...]. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.

If you were my son, I would not let you leave the house. As my student, it is only tolerable because you are a barbarian. It's as if Tempi brought home a dog that can whistle. The fact that you are out of tune stands quite beside the point.

think things are usually bad one way or another," he said. "It might be that only us older folk can see it.

So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

What does our story need? What vital element is it lacking?" "Women, Reshi," Bast said immediately. "There's a real paucity of women.

Let me say one thing before I start. I've told stories in the past, painted pictures with words, told hard lies and harder truths. Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

It's a dragon." "It's not a dragon," I said. "There's no such thing as dragons." "Look at it!" she hissed at me. "It's right there! Look at the huge Goddamn dragon!

Your next lesson is this: all women are the same height lying down.

She started to turn her face to me, then stopped and looked down again. "It's quite a thing," she said. "There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.

Its a horrible thing to have your body failure, you never think about it when you are young