Quotes About Perspective

I'm not one aspect of the human experience - none of us is.

He remembered that his brothers had been puzzled and angry that Ian had let Isabella lay a hand on his arm or give him a quick kiss on the cheek, when he refused to let the rest of his family touch him. Ian had thought his brothers fools about that. If they couldn't understand the difference between three overbearing Scotsmen who smelled of smoke and whiskey, and a lovely young woman scented with of attar of roses, he couldn't help them.

I am telling you to be happy. Even if it lasts only a little while. We must snatch what we can when we have the chance. Life is so very lonely when we don't.

Now I know why Englishmen don't let their ladies fight alongside them. The women would take over in a heartbeat." Mary squeezed his arm in the darkness. "Don't be silly." "'Tis true, and the English bastards know it. That's why they write laws t' keep their women tamed. And why I keep having to rescue ye." "You mean abducting me." Mal heaved a mock sigh. "Well, we're never going to see eye to eye on that.

There were lines about those eyes, of fatigue, grief, dirt in the creases, but his expression was one of good humor. "Good Lord, you did steal her." "She came willingly," Mal said. "Well, willingly enough.

the past had been no better or worse than the present—the human brain glossed over horror and hardship and revived what it wanted to glorify.

You promised to show me the world." "The world is what an army wife sees, every facet of it, the beautiful and the ugly. If you're willing to see it with me.

Just when you think you know something, it gets turned around and challenged in some way. But those changes are welcome because you end up learning more.

If you lose a man because you thought the best but were all wrong, then that's his fault. If you lose him because you thought the very worst and were wrong, then that's yours. And there's nothing so sad as missing out on love for lack of a little faith.

Everyone has a story. It's simply a question of finding it.

And I am so tired. All the time. The kind of tired where you feel like you're being tugged down into the earth's core. Still. I look for moments of joy. When I see my children laughing. When I see something through their eyes, something I've seen a thousand times before and thought was stupid but now it's awesome. I think kids exist mostly to remind us that not everything is stupid. That there's still discovery in the world.

This is what I discovered in all those museums in Europe when you really connect with a work of art, it doesn't matter that a million people have already stood where you're standing. The instant it means something to you, it's yours.

Anyone whos had something truly crappy happen to them will tell you: Its all about Before and After.

What did we do those days, stuck at home, my sons might someday ask. We lived or tolerated living. We looked away from death.

We used to say he must've met you in the fiction section.

Darling, you must never become accustomed to the extraordinary and the outrageous. If you do, little by little, you'll learn to accept anything.

After you've worked in a hotel, there's nothing about human nature you don't know.

I realized that a book can reach out and embrace you like an arm and make you walk away from you thought you understood.

One thing I know for certain is that the longer I live and the more I learn, the more I realize that I know very little.

Everybody's crooked. The trick is to find out how they're bent.

What i'm trying to tell you," Min said, "is that im going to grow up to be one of those chubby old ladies. It's in my genes. Like self raising flour. i'm going to pouf." "thats going to work out well for me," Cal said. "because i'm going to grow up to be one of those horny old men who chases chubby old ladies around the couch.

It's not a problem. There are people out there with much worse problems than mine."-Cynthia "Doesn't make yours any more fun to bear."-Liza "No. But it does help with the self-pity."- Cynthia

Most people, if they were generous, were so because they thought life was short and that one must make the most of it. Sid Baxter was generous because he knew that life was long. It went on and on even when you had no use for it anymore. It was happiness, not life, that was short, and when it visited - in the form of a fine evening spent talking with a friend - he honoured it.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?