Quotes About Perspective

I searched everywhere for a proof of reality, when all the while I understood quite well that the standard of reality had changed

It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.

When you play the past over and over in your head, you can begin to see things in it that you missed when you were living it. You come to realize that there were moments when one word said differently, or one thing done at just the right time, would have changed everything.

Seek help from those who were satiated and then hungry, not from those who were hungry and then satiated.

always looking off to the side. But that's good too. It's good, to be seen past, as if you're not the only one, as if everything isn't happening just to you. Because you're not. And it isn't.

A great many men don't understand a woman full of joy, even more don't understand paintings full of joy by a woman.

All we are is eyes looking for the unbroken or the edges where the broken bits might fit each other.

There's always, there'll always be, more story. That's what story is.

And which comes first? her unbearable mother is saying. What we see or how we see it?

Somehow this wasn't the same as melancholy. It was something else, about how melancholy and nostalgia weren't relevant in the slightest. Things just happened. Then they were over. Time just passed. Partly it felt unpleasant, to think like that, rude even. Partly it felt good. It was kind of a relief.

Well, truth's like the sun. Look right at it and that's your eyes ruined for life.

What if . . . instead of saying, this border divides these places. We said, this border unites these places. This border holds together these two really interesting different places. What if we declared border crossings places where, listen, when you crossed them, you yourself became doubly possible.

It is perhaps rather fine, after all, being dead. Highly underrated in the modern western world.

because looking is just the start of understanding, just its surface, the top layer of any understanding, the girl is saying

You can't expect to live in the world like the world's your private myth.

The third person is another pair of eyes. The third person is a presentiment of God. ...... a way to tell the story. It's a box for the endless music that's there between people, waiting to be played.

What if the girl says. Instead of saying, this border divides places. We said, this border holds together two really interesting different places. What if we declared border crossings places where, listen, when you crossed them, you yourself became doubly possible.

Whatever age you are, he says. You still die young.

where would we be without our ability to see beyond what it is we're supposed to be seeing.

His little sister is brilliant. She is at her desk deep in a book, half-opened books all over her desk, all over the floor and the bed. She likes to read, she reads all the time, and she prefers to be reading several things at once, she says it gives endless perspective and dimension.

No art has ever really changed anything.

You've got to use every moment. Because in the blink of an eye it's past you, and you never get your time again. Forgive me, Grace, Charlotte said smiling, but I think that's rubbish. I believe we meet our times with our full and ready selves at whatever ages we are when the times happen to us. That's what it's all about.

Yeah, but the thing I particularly like about the word but, now that I think about it, is that it always takes you off to the side, and where it takes you is always interesting.

Somehow this wasn't the same as melancholy. It was something else, about how melancholy and nostalgia weren't relevant in the slightest. Things just happened. Then they were over. Time just passed. Partly it felt unpleasant, to think like that, rude even. Partly it felt good. It was kind of a relief.