{"quotes":[{"text":"Her hands warming on tea looked like chunks of knitting a child had felted in grubby palms. Enough decades, and a body slowly twists into one great cramp, but there was a time once, where she had been sexy, and if not sexy, at least odd-looking enough to compel. Through this clear window she could see how good it all had been. She had no regrets. That's not true, Mathilde. The whisper in the ear. Oh, Christ, yes, there was one. Solitary, gleaming, a regret. It was that all her life she had said no. From the beginning she had let so few people in. That first night, his young face glowing up a hers in the black light, bodies beating the air around them, and inside there was that unexpected sharp recognition, oh, this. A sudden peace arriving for her. She who hadn't been at peace since she was so little. Out of nowhere, out of this surprising night with its shatters of lightning and the stormy black campus outside, with the heat and song and sex and animal fear inside. He had seen her and made the leap and swung through the crowd and taken her hand, this bright boy who was giving her a place to rest. He offered not only his whole laughing self, the past that build him and the warm beating body that moved her with its beauty and the future she felt compressed and waiting, but also the torch he carried before him in the dark, his understanding, dazzling, instant, that there was goodness at her core. With the gift came the bitter seed of regret, the unbridgeable gap between the Mathilde she was and the Mathilde he had seen her to be. A question, in the end, of vision. She wished she'd been the kind Mathilde, the good one, his idea of her. She would have looked smiling down at him, she would've heard beyond marry me to the world that spun behind the words. There would have been no pause, no hesitation. She would've laughed, touched his face for the first time, felt his warmth in the palm of her hand.'Yes,' she would've said. 'Sure.","author":"Lauren Groff","tags":["love","perspective","sure","yes"],"id":99,"author_id":"Lauren+Groff"},{"text":"I'm often painted as the bad guy, and the artistic part of me wants to hand out the brush.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["acceptance","antagonist","anti-hero","antihero","art","artist","bad","bad-guy","discernment","judgment","misunderstood","painting","perception","perspective","understanding","villain"],"id":213,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"In the perspective of our species, life has favored humanity as a whole by promoting as much wealth of variety and options as possible, and has distributed everything using the four winds. Life has given mankind everything it has, without segregation and without consideration of which characteristic or quality best suits the situations or the periods. Only by having the totality of human characteristics and options can we hope to deal with all periods to come.Our collective is our key to survival and well-being.","author":"Haroutioun Bochnakian","tags":["humanism","inspirational","perspective","self-knowledge","survival"],"id":260,"author_id":"Haroutioun+Bochnakian"},{"text":"From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.","author":"Richard Siken","tags":["perspective","scale"],"id":491,"author_id":"Richard+Siken"},{"text":"The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close up.","author":"Chuck Palahniuk","tags":["perspective"],"id":1016,"author_id":"Chuck+Palahniuk"},{"text":"Your perspective changes relative to the frame through which you see things.","author":"Mensah Oteh","tags":["abundance","appreciation","celebration","dreams","friendship","gratitude","greatness","growth","habits","happiness","influence","inspirational","life","love","people","perspective","potential","questions","relationships","success","thinking","time","vision","wisdom"],"id":1111,"author_id":"Mensah+Oteh"},{"text":"There are so many things we can’t do anything about if we think about generalities. Things won’t go well because there is a huge gap between the generalities and the particulars. If we see generalities from the top of a mountain or from a plane, we feel it’s hopeless, but if we go down, there is a nice road running about fifty meters, we feel this is a nice road, and if the weather is fine and shining, we feel we can go on… Since the people in the community are cleaning up the river in my neighborhood, I join them when I have the time. A human can often be satisfied with the particulars. That’s what I like best these days.","author":"Hayao Miyazaki","tags":["environmentalism","perspective"],"id":1232,"author_id":"Hayao+Miyazaki"},{"text":"My feelings about my mortality are less selfish than they used to be. I used to affect a cavalier attitude to death now I see it from my son's perspective. ","author":"Rufus Sewell","tags":["death","son","perspective "],"id":1758,"author_id":"Rufus+Sewell"},{"text":"The vision one holds of one's life is so limited, reduced in scope to a moment, so that each person can make choices only within that narrowed reality.","author":"Arlene J. Chai","tags":["life","perspective"],"id":2532,"author_id":"Arlene+J.+Chai"},{"text":"Stop counting your losses and start counting your blessings. Only then will you discover that losses are always easier to point out and count than blessings. And that your blessings will always outnumber your losses, for they are truly immeasurable.","author":"Suzy Kassem","tags":["affirmation","attitude","bad-luck","bless","blessings","circumstance","couting","discover","faith","fate","faults","good-luck","hope","hopelessness","immeasurable","inspirational","life","living","losing","loss","losses","love","measure","obstacles","pain","path","perception","perspective","stroke-of-good-luck","suzy-kassem","tragedy","world"],"id":3407,"author_id":"Suzy+Kassem"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":1728,"pages":173,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}