Quotes About Perspective

Por que você sempre responde com outra pergunta? E por que você sempre busca nos outros as respostas às suas perguntas?

Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.

Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense.

They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, Good fences make good neighbors.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

Weep for what little things could make them glad.

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those Not in position to look too close.

I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his keys. And of course there must be something wrong In waiting to silence any song.

I could say Elves to him, But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather He said it for himself.

why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same...

There ought to be a view around the world From such a mountain

You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day The war seemed over more for you than me, But now for me than you—the other way.

I make a virtue of my suffering From nearly everything that goes on round me. In other words, I know wherever I am, Being the creature of literature I am, I shall not lack for pain to keep me awake.

If I must choose which I would elevate— The people or the already lofty mountains, I'd elevate the already lofty mountains.

I often say that I don't worry about the meaning of life--I can't handle that big stuff. What concerns me is the meaning in life--day by day, hour by hour, while I'm doing whatever it is that I do. What counts is not what I do, but how I think about myself while I'm doing it.

And sure, I know if you eat this way you'll die. So? If you don't eat this way you're still going to die. Why not die happy?