Quotes About Perspective

Viola had resented other people's pleasure, as if it subtracted something from the world rather than adding to it.

But appearance and reality were different things, weren't they?

Of course, I don't believe in God,' Dr Kellet said. 'But I believe in heaven. One has to

She made 'pig' sound like a much worse word than it was. Pigs were quite nice.

You have an eye," Miss Gillies told her. I have two, she thought.)

There was something to be said for dying before you ended up in incontinence pads, watching an endless loop of reruns of Friends.

Life's too short," she said. There were days when Jackson thought life was too long.

His head was always in the clouds. 'I'm writing a novel,' he told her. As if that was something to crow about. As if there weren't enough novels in the world already.

Ursula had grown rather callous about George Glover's lungs, she had heard so much of them that they seemed to have a life of their own, rather like Sylvie's mother's lungs, organs that seemed to have more character than their owner.

I heard someone say once that hindsight was a wonderful thing, that without it there would be no history.

That was the moment at which he realized that he had possibly become unhinged. What did it matter? The whole world was unhinged.

Angus had a pretty normal childhood. Bertie had immediately mistrusted him. Nobody had a normal childhood.

If you were to ask me what the book is about (which is the most loathsome question you could ask—why bother to write the thing if you then have to explain it? It is what it is) and if I were forced to answer, I would say, "It's about things.

I have been transcribing those poems and considering how lucky we are to live longer than flowers, even if not much happens to us.

You can't make people listen to you. People only hear what they want to hear.

Observation #8: Boys are icky. Do not even get me started on the state of the bathroom. I'm thinking of calling in a haz-mat team. Seriously.

Okay, no reason to have a heart attack. He's just a guy.... the yummiest guy in Yum City.

I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much - so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.

One misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

There was with her a feeling of having descended in the social scale, with a corresponding sense of having risen in the spiritual.

However, I don't mind walking. I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much—so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.

That is surely the truth, at least for now. But perhaps you have not noticed: the truth is forever changing.

the story is not a pretty one. there is violence in it. And cruelty. But stories that are not pretty have a certain value, too, I suppose. Everything, as you well know (having lived in this world long enough to have figured out a thing or two for yourself), cannont always be sweetness and light.

Rats have a sense of humor. Rats, in fact think the world is very funny. And they are right, dear reader. They are right.