Quotes About Comparison

When one goes on to find better, or higher, or truer, or more enduring, or more widely agreed upon forms of beauty, what happens to our regard for the less good, less high, less true, less universal instances? Simone Weil says, He who has gone farther, to the very beauty of the world itself, does not love them any less but much more deeply than before.

Antes, quando eu estava contente com as coisas, eu era feliz. Mas agora, com o Jamie... Eu estou contente por ter tapetes, quadros, coisas boas para comer, que eu posso andar e correr, ir para a escola e tudo mais. Mas quanto mais eu estou feliz por mim mesma, mais triste eu sou por ele.

Entre el poder de la oración y las palabras que la contenían existía la misma distancia que entre las dos Isabeles:

Ich sah verwundert, wie bescheiden, ja wie kümmerlich meine Wißbegier war, verglichen mit der eines solchen Mannes (...)

I have a son your age," he began, "but he's not at all like you. He's fair-haired, strong, and healthy. He likes to eat, drink, go to the pictures, laugh, sing, and go out with the girls. He has none of your anxiety, your unhappiness.

a recent study showed they were our closest relatives, sharing 98.7% of our DNA.

When you compare losses, someone else's may seem greater or lesser than your own, but all losses are painful. If

Religious patients seemed to differ little from those without a religion.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love

I don't think Martha's so bad. I think I want her for a friend instead of you. When I look at her magazine, I feel soothed. When I talk to you, I feel like hanging myself.

She prefers cats to dogs, which is almost worse than being a conservative.

Who's that little brunette? Suzanne asked. I hate little petite types. Gregory doesn't look right with someone petite. Little face, little hands, little dainty feet. Big boobs, Beth said, glancing up.

In reality there is no normal. Normal is something people have agreed to invent so we have something to compare ourselves to. Normal should be the least of your worries.

Infatuation is not quite the same thing as love; it's more like love's shady second cousin who's always borrowing money and can't hold down a job.

Italian men are like show poodles. Sometimes they look so good I want to applaud.

To my taste, the men in Rome are ridiculously, hurtfully, stupidly beautiful. More beautiful even than Roman women, to be honest. Italian men are beautiful in the same way as French women, which is to say-- no detail spared in the quest for perfection. They're like show poodles. Sometimes they look so good I want to applaud.

The culture of Rome just doesn't match the culture of Yoga, not as far as I can see. In fact, I've decided that Rome and Yoga don't have anything in common at all. Except for the way they both kind of remind you of the word toga.

Indeed, when I came to Italy, I expected to encounter a certain amount of resentment, but have received instead empathy from most Italians. In any reference to George Bush, people only nod to Berlusconi, saying,We understand how it is - we have one, too.

What was there for Harper Lee to be afraid of, after all? Possibly just this: That she could not outdo Harper Lee.

I was struck - not for the first time in my years of travel - by how isolating contemporary American society can seem by comparison. Where I came from, we have shriveled down the notion of what constitutes 'a family unit' to such a tiny scale that it would probably be unrecognizable as a family to anybody in one of these big, loose, enveloping Hmong clans. You almost need an electron microscope to study the modern Western family these days.

Italian men are beautiful in the same way as French women, which is to say - no detail spared in the quest for perfection.

THIS IS ME! MY FATHER WAS A GREATER WARRIOR THAN YOUR FATHER! YOU CANNOT EVEN LIFT MY SPEAR

the men in Rome are ridiculously, hurtfully, stupidly beautiful. More beautiful even than Roman women, to be honest.

I suppose there are worse ways to lose your virginity." "All the other ways are worse," Jennie said. Believe me. I've tried them all.