Quotes About Perspective

He looks out over his back yard, what's left of it. With the forest gone, the property looks smaller than sixty acres, stripped and shrunken like a dog in the bath. Behind the house, the crew left a single patch of grass, twenty foot square. Beyond lies a vast expanse of bare earth, dry and cocoa-colored, enclosed with chain-link fence. A bleak view, but not half as bad as what lies over the hill. The

The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.

It was the oldest friends who mattered most. With each passing year, Paulette realized this more deeply. She thought of her borther Roy, retired to Arizona, to golf with other men who were also - she loathed the expression - senior citizens. Roy had arrived in Phoenix with an entire life behind him, a career, a marriage; to his new friends he'd always be old.

Like all young people, she'd once harbored the unconscious conviction that the world had begun the day she was born. Time had disabused her of this notion. It was, she supposed, the fundamental difference between youth and age. She

What is it with folks always talking about where they're from? You could grow up in a muddy ditch, but if it's your muddy ditch, then it's gotta be the swellest muddy ditch ever.

I didn't think I would end up here." "Me neither.

I remember when I was 33 or 34, it was devastating because I realized I wasn't a kid anymore. The great thing about 40 was that I really felt like I had life experience and knew what I was doing now.

It's not the bad memories that tear a person apart. It's the good ones.

I'd tell you that you can't stay mad forever," Ivy commented, "but I'm pretty sure you'd take that as a challenge.

Most of the time, it felt like my father and I were completely different species. Possibly literally, depending on the day and whether or not I actually qualified as human at the time.

The answer to your first riddle," I told him. "If yes is no and once is never, then the number of sides a triangle has… is… two." I drew out my reply, not bothering to explain how I'd arrived at my answer

Pretend for a moment," Lia told her, "that we're all very, very slow." "I'm not very good at pretending," Sloane told her seriously. "But I think I can do that.

It doesn't matter unless you let it matter.

Why do I have to tell a story?" I asked. "Because if you don't tell the story, someone else will tell it for you.

You aren't the enemy," Henry said, dropping his arm to his side once more and taking a step back. "That doesn't mean our goals are aligned.

Is that your professional take on the situation?" I kept my voice dry and caustic. This wasn't worth yelling over. It wasn't even worth a heated whisper.

Girlfriend number seventeen," Asher replied. "Before Sophie and after Sarah." "You'd had seventeen girlfriends by the time you were fourteen?" I asked. "The ladies, he replied with a shrug. They love me. It's because I'm so charming." "You're balancing on one leg on the roof of a chapel. You're not charming. You're an idiot.

But on a more visceral level: I could have died.

Skye set her glass down. "Don't you dare rewrite history. What do you think it was like for me? Son after son—and every single one of you preferred my father.

you have to see the world to change it.

There was something intense in those words, in the expression on his face—like the boy who'd learned to see the world saw me.

My grandmother gave an elegant little shrug. "People will think what they want. I daresay they always do.

This wasn't instinct," the man—Adam—countered. "This was guilt, Ivy." "I'm not debating this with you." "Evidence would suggest you are.

if yes is no, and once is never then how many sides does a triangle have?