Quotes About Perspective

Forget that you're a gram and feel yourself a millionth part of a ton.

Now, think of a square, a living, beautiful square. And imagine that it must tell you about itself, about its life. You understand, a square would scarcely ever think of telling you that all its four angles are equal: this has become so natural, so ordinary to it that it's simply no longer consciously aware of it. And so with me: I find myself continually in this square's position.

Homo sapiens is only man, in the fullest sense of the word, when his grammar contains no question marks, only exclamation marks, commas, and periods. And so today, at

Isn't it clear that bliss and envy are the numerator and the denominator of the fraction known as happiness?

Bir terazi al?n ve bir taraf?na bir gram, diÄŸerine bir ton koyun. Bir yanda "Ben", diÄŸer yanda "Biz," yani TekDevlet. Apaç?k, deÄŸil mi? "Ben"in devlet kar??s?nda hakka sahipliÄŸini öne sürmek, bir gram, bir tona eÅŸittir demekle tamamen ayn?d?r. Graml???n? unut ve bir tonun milyonda biri olduÄŸunu hisset.

the natural course from nullity to grandeur is to forget that you are a gramme and to feel that you are a millionth part of a ton.

She was looking down at something; her eyes were lowered, like blinds. I thought suddenly of how you walk along the avenue around 22:00 hours, and among the brightly lit cages there are some dark ones, with the blinds lowered...What was going on there in her head, behind her blinds? ... Then she raised the blinds, looked up...

Bir o gözüne, bir ötekine bak?yor, her birinde kendimi görüyorum: gökkuÅŸa?? zindanlar?nda ufac?k, minicik bir mahpus...

Bilgi de neymiÅŸ! Bilgi dediÄŸin korkakl?kt?r. Ne derseniz deyin, doÄŸrusu bu. Siz sonsuzluÄŸu bir duvarla s?n?rlamaya çal???yorsunuz, duvar?n arkas?na bakmaya ise korkuyorsunuz.

What makes you think that nonsense is bad? If they'd nurtured and cared for human nonsense over the ages the way they did intelligence, it might have turned into something of special value.

The natural road from nothingness to greatness is to forget that one is a gram and to feel that one is one-million of a ton!

bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction known as happiness?

What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are?

An imaginary ailment is worse than a disease.

Everyone is kneaded out of the same dough but not baked in the same oven.

To say we know a person is to write that person off.

But whose problem is it when you make people talk about you?" "Theirs.

SOMETIMES YOU HEAR PEOPLE say so-and-so has lived well, and so-and-so has had a dull life. They are missing a key point when they say that. Any experience is experience, any life a life. A day in a cloister can be as dramatic and fatal as a day on a battlefield.

A woman accepted anything from life and made it the best; a man bargained for the better but also the less perfect.

Who among us dares to assert that our memories are not tainted by time, sweetest poison and bitterest antidote, untrustworthy ally, and reliable annihilator?

Our life, we realize, is not as happy as we have been taught to think.

In a minefield a blind person is not more likely to be killed than a person who can see." I thought about it, and realized that she was right. Still, I told her, I would not want us to be blind. But were we not, in a sense, two blind girls? One would walk everywhere as though not a single mine were buried in the field. The other would not find the courage to take a step because the whole world was a minefield.

The younger sweepers in the department joked behind Shaokang's back that he loved the brooms as his own children, but Mrs. Hua saw nothing wrong in that and knew that the joke would come only from young people who understood little of parenthood.

A glimpse into the depth of other people's misfortunes makes us cling to the hope that suffering is measurable. There are more sorrowful sorrows, more despondent despondencies. When we recognize another's suffering, we cannot avoid confronting our own, from which we escape to the thought of measurability. Well, at least, we emphasize. Our capacity to console extends only to what we can do to console ourselves.