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Quotes about Perspective

To be myself (I note) I need the illumination of other people's eyes, and therefore cannot be entirely sure what is my self.
— Virginia Woolf
These then are some of my first memories. But of course as an account of my life they are misleading, because the things one does not remember are as important; perhaps they are more important.
— Virginia Woolf
I am very tolerant. I am not a moralist. I have too great a sense of the shortness of life and its temptations to rule red lines. Yet I am not so indiscriminate as you think, judging me—as you judge me—from my fluency.
— Virginia Woolf
Perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.
— Virginia Woolf
That's what makes a view so sad, and so beautiful. It'll be there when we're not.
— Virginia Woolf
there were masses of pictures she had not seen; however, Lily Briscoe reflected, perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.
— Virginia Woolf
She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...
— Virginia Woolf
Queer, I mused, to see what we were thinking five years ago.
— Virginia Woolf
Half one's notions of other people were, after all, grotesque. They served private purposes of one's own.
— Virginia Woolf
What, indeed, if you look from a mountain-top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.
— Virginia Woolf
The man looks the world full in the face, as if it were made for his uses and fashioned to his liking. The woman takes a sidelong glance at it, full of subtlety, even of suspicion.
— Virginia Woolf
It was strange to think that all the great women of fiction were, until Jane Austen's day, not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of a woman's life is that; and how little can a man know even of that when he observes it through the black or rosy spectacles which sex puts upon his nose.
— Virginia Woolf