Quotes About Comparison

Don't ever make the mistake most New Yorkers do, of underestimating Chicago. They think it's only a postage stamp on a very large envelope, and they're the envelope.

Deakins is in my class but, frankly, he's in a different class.

Proust said, we all end up doing the thing we're second best at.

You've made yourself more available than a whore in a Las Vegas casino.

He was already taller than his mother. Would he end up taller than his father?

The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.

I should also mention, with the vestigial pang of a once flat-chested girl, Desdemona's voluptuous figure.

A mente se autoedita. A mente se dá retoques. Habitar um corpo é diferente de estar fora dele. De fora, a gente pode olhar, inspecionar, comparar.

The difference between social media and a social life is the difference between eating a marshmallow Peep and dining on a tomahawk-cut rib eye: one is substantial and nutritious; the other is just a momentarily satisfying puff of sweetened air, offering no long-term benefits. I can enjoy the fluff, but I can't subsist on it.

With the mere click of a mouse, I can be put in my place but good via Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, or Google+, just to name a few. (But not MySpace, which has been a ghost town since 2008. I hope Tom's okay.)

Bethany Martin, another Hope College senior, put it like this: If i could have equality and fulfillment with a woman, but I couldn't with a man - then why wouldn't I choose a woman?

They always think if they married someone else, their lives would have turned out differently

I see women married to good men, shitty men, philandering men, boring men, alcoholic men and they all think there's someone different out there who would have been better for them.

It's not her life that's irrelevant. What's useless is sitting around wondering what might have been, because what might have been is what is. The grass may look greener on the other side of the fence, but grass is basically grass.

The last time I saw a brow that low I was watching slides in anthropology class

The early settlers amazed her--they had pluck, they led lives of sweaty drama. Theirs was a world of corsets and whipping posts and indentured servitude. People worked the land and died in ungainly ways. Modern life, in comparison, seemed a cinch.

People don't like to see things that aren't perfect. It reminds them of what could go wrong in their own lives, I guess.

Anger surged inside her, and Bethie tried to push it aside. I could have this, if I wanted it, she told herself. She could starve herself thin again, cut her hair, find a guy, buy a little house in a neighborhood full of identical little houses. She could have everything Barbara had, everything her sister had, only she didn't want it, not any of it.

Eight years older than me

Better Peter than me

I knew that on Monday there was every chance she would ignore me. It wouldn't matter. I would still want to be her friend, because she was everything I wanted to be. She was beautiful, and funny, and glamorous; a long, unfurled ribbon of cool, where I was a sweaty pretzeled knot of striving

or maybe even back to my parents' place, away from all these beautiful people who, just by living, made me feel inadequate, at once enormous and small.

She'd learned that his wife's real name was not Daisy. It was Diana, and, somehow, that unsettled her almost as badly as finding the picture had. It made her think that she was the rough-draft Diana, the one who got crumpled up and tossed in the trash, while his wife was the final version, the one who was beloved, cherished, marriage material.

Thus, a godly man wonders at his cross that it is not more, a wicked man wonders his cross is so much: