Quotes About Perspective

Isn't it funny how we all die at the same time? Always at the end of our lives. Why worry?

Billy didn't need someone to pour him his drinks, he needed someone to tell him that living isn't poetry. It isn't prayer. To tell him and convince him. And none of us could do it because every one of us thought that as long as Billy believed it was, as long as he kept himself believing it, then maybe it could still be true.

It's sometimes more torment for a man, Mr. Fagin said, to consider what might have been than to live with what is.

Happiness is not a matter of events, it depends upon the tides of the mind.

Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day

Everyday may not be good, but there's something good in every day.

Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind... When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.

She was learning, quite late, what many people around her appeared to have known since childhood that life can be perfectly satisfying without major achievements.

The thing is to be happy,' he said. 'No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn't believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, you're just there, going along easy in the world.

Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly.

They were all in their early thirties. An age at which it is sometimes hard to admit that what you are living is your life.

I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.

And if you're referring to your anguish, it's just a thing. The shape of a trailor, a wheel, or a knife. Leave the details of your life and find another one.

If you remember better times you know they were lies, because they led to this

Distortion's all that I know.

I'm afraid the way I think is an anthropological relic.

I already have no point of view except that of the fallen. I have no individuality, because I'm a deadened thing.

Of course I'm not being objective it was my life As a matter of fact I feel positively defiant about

I'm not who I thought I'm not there or here

I can't help but be both of you. I wanted to be able to take a side and will never again.

I'm overwhelmed by your reality.

I don't listen when someone says god. I don't want to talk about god.

Death is beautiful, the way you are . . . If it's so beautiful why must I live now, live first?

I see my past drifting away . . . It isn't relevant to remember who I was, what my cares were.