Quotes About Perspective

The hallway felt like time itself, and Patricia Buckingham and I were standing at opposite ends-her looking back on all she'd seen, me wondering what lay ahead.

if all things were equal, would he still like me then? But I would never know, because things would never be equal. DeeDee would always be flesh and blood to him, and I'd always be a legend.

Bazen gerçeÄŸi görmek için d??ar?dan bakan yeni bir göz gerekir. (syf. 109)

Katarina Bishop bir suçluydu. Ama o güne dek eline hiç silah almam??t?. Kimseye vurmam??t?. O ana kadar birinin can?n? yakmak nas?l bir ÅŸey, bilmiyordu. Hale'in yüzündeki ifadeyi gördüÄŸünde, sözlerini geri almak istedi. Ayn? zamanda bu sözlerin onun can?n? daha fazla ac?tmas?n? da istedi. (syf. 181)

I know Macey McHenry, but that night, sitting on that staircase, I realized I'd never know what it's like to *be* her.

Hours passed. Her thoughts blended together until they were like an Impressionist painting, and Kat knew she was too close to see anything plainly.

Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.

My mom is great and I make sure that we pray together before every race. She helps me put everything in perspective and remind me of the real reason I run.

Yet this is not a novel. It is a faithful transcription of my memories, some of them hazy, others riddled with holes left by the passage of the years, others patched up by time and the filters of experience and distance, and still others, no doubt, completely invented by the stubborn narrator we all have within us, who wants things to be the way they sound best to us now, and not the way they were.

Maybe Justin, my students, spoiled me for people my own age, usually so boring, talking about their endless health problems, pros/cons of being cremated, not realizing they're already dead in the most tragic way.

Si nuestros abuelos nos vieran, se morirían primero de risa, después de pena. Porque para ellos esto no sería una crisis, sino un leve contratiempo.

Usted debe de ser muy feliz — le dije, sin pensar muy bien en el significado de las palabras que pronunciaba. — Pues no — y me pasó un brazo por el hombro, como si mi comentario la hubiera conmovido—. No soy muy feliz. ¿Por qué lo dices? — No sé, teniendo tantos libros... — moví las manos en el aire para ganar tiempo, mientras buscaba unas palabras que no logré encontrar—. Yo nunca he visto tantos juntos en mi vida.

Luego alcancé a comprender que el tiempo nunca se gana, y que nunca se pierde, que la vida se gasta, simplemente.

planeta hace varios milenios. Piénsalo y te darás cuenta de que tengo razón.

no pasa nada. Nadie mata a nadie, nadie se suicida, nadie se muere de pena, y nadie llora más de tres días seguidos. A las dos semanas todos vuelven a engordar y a comer con apetito, te lo digo en serio. Si no fuera así, la vida se habría extinguido en este

Sólo se lo que dice la gente, pero eso no siempre es la verdad. (Pepe el Portugués)

Habíamos sido felices caminando sobre una cuerda floja, habíamos florecido en un infección de contradicciones, nos habíamos encontrado en un laberinto de paradojas sin mirar nunca al suelo, sin mirar nunca al cielo, sin mirar.

Esto es una ratonera. Cómoda, soleada, con vistas al mar, eso sí, pero una ratonera, quizás la mejor, y precisamente por eso, una de las peores.

y que la verdad es sólo la parte de la verdad que nos conviene, y

Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.

If men knew all that women think, they would be twenty times more audacious.

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns. I am thankful that thorns have roses.

What makes our existence meaningful is highly subjective and ultimately determined by sustainable neurochemical gratification.

So many moments of irritating, wearisome disgust are returned to us years later by memory as splendidly happy episodes. Nostalgia is the lie that speeds our approach to death.