Comparisons Quotes

Quotes tagged as "comparisons" (showing 1-16 of 16)
A.A. Milne
“By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, “There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.”
A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

Tim Tharp
“Cassidy brings something beautiful to me from the outside. Aimee brings something beautiful up from the depths of my insides.

"I can't dance like Cassidy," she says.

"Yeah, but you dance like Aimee. And that's perfect.”
Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now

Nema Al-Araby
“Write about patriotism, about victory and defeat. Write about revolutions and rebels and prisoners and wars. About emotions, of love and hatred and disappointment and regret. Intangible love and uncolored hatred and heartbreaking disappointments and abysmal regrets. Write about the seven deadly sins, about stealth and murder and gluttony and greed. Don’t forget to write about saints and sinners all the same. Write the poor and the rich using the same words, make them equal for once. Write about mothers who lost their children, about those who never had to lose; I challenge you to tell me which hurts more. Write about darkness and light, about light in the dark and darkness in the light. Remember to write about lost friendships, about those who never found a shoulder when life shut its lights dim, or those who kept the secret to their sadness within. Be fair to them too. Remind the world of those who always had someone to love but not someone to love them back, craft their nights and dreams carefully. Don’t forget the writers, who keep promises with words and silence. Be subtle. Be warm. Remember heartbeats and heartbreaks. Remember everything, remember all, equally.
And then let the world remind you: Words will never be fair to whatever you write.”
Nema Al-Araby

Ayn Rand
“I don’t make comparisons. I never think of myself in relation to anyone else. I just refuse to measure myself as part of anything. I’m an utter egotist.”
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

François Lelord
“Did the squirrel realize how lucky he was to be there? Or on the contrary did he spend his life wondering whether he might not be better off somewhere else, or feeling that he didn't have the life he deserved? In the end, it depended on the comparisons the squirrel was able to make”
François Lelord, Hector and the Search for Happiness

Ignatius of Loyola
“It is dangerous to make everybody go forward by the same road: and worse to measure others by oneself.”
Ignatius of Loyola

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Comparisons are like rigid fingers—eager to point at a subject but unwilling to grasp it.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway

Brad Leithauser
“To my mind, it’s one of the deepest gratifications the poet or fiction writer knows. I mean, the internal stumbling upon some satisfactory answer to the question, What is this like? Or, What does this remind me of? A comparison is laboriously but successfully introduced. You meet your metaphor, and it’s good.”
Brad Leithauser

Debasish Mridha
“Unfulfilled expectations bring unhappiness. Comparisons fill life with meanness. Avoid both to fill life with joyfulness.”
Debasish Mridha

C.S. Lewis
“Although he didn't care much about any subject for its own sake, he cared a great deal about marks (grades or comparisons).”
C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Malcolm Gladwell
“We form our impression not globally, by placing ourselves in the broadest possible context, but locally, by comparing ourselves to people in the same boat as ourselves.”
Malcolm Gladwell, David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants

“I never liked hearing anyone say I was the new George Gershwin, because I knew I could have never even carried that man's music case. If George Gershwin hadn't died when he was thirty-nine years old, there is no knowing how much more great music he would have written.”
Burt Bacharach

Pushpa Rana
“Comparisons are always welcomed when drawn in favor.”
Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel

Lynne Tillman
“The television was on. It had been on for hours. Years. It was there. TV on demand, a great freedom. Hadn’t Burroughs said there was more freedom today than ever before. Wasn’t that like saying things were more like today than they’ve ever been.”
Lynne Tillman, The Complete Madame Realism and Other Stories

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Some comparisons are comparable to comparing apples and oranges’ seeds.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Lisa Kleypas
“Sara was silent, all of her exuberance at being with Perry fading. She had come here to be with him, not to receive a lecture from his mother, no matter how well-intentioned. Why was Perry allowing it without a word? He was being complacent while his mother dominated their time together. Ignoring a twinge of resentment, Sara tried to steer the conversation in a new direction. "Tell me what happened in Greenwood Corners while I was away. How is old Mr. Dawson's gout?"
"Much better," Martha replied. "He actually put his shoes on the other day and went for a stroll."
"His niece Rachel became engaged to Johnny Chesterson the day before last," Perry added.
"Oh, that's wonderful," Sara exclaimed. "The Chestersons are lucky to have such a nice girl in their family."
Martha nodded primly. "Rachel is the kind of spiritual, self-effacing girl that Mr. Kingswood always hoped his son would marry. She would never dream of drawing attention to herself... as some young women do."
"Are you referring to me?" Sara asked quietly.
"I am making a point about Rachel."
Slowly Sara set her cup and saucer on the table and looked at Perry, who had colored at his mother's rudeness. "It's a wonder you never courted such a paragon," Sara told him, smiling although her chest was tightening with anger.
Martha answered for her son. "Perry was never free to court her or any other girls in the village. Someone else was always taking up his time with her demanding possessiveness."
Sara felt her face turn red. "Was that you or me, I wonder?”
Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You