Quotes About Subjectivity

In literature, as in love, one can only speak for himself.

Istoria e o voluptate foarte înÈ™el?toare È™i o disciplin? care nu-È™i salveaz? niciodat? pe cei mai riguroÈ™i adepÈ›i. Istoria nu ajut? s? supravieÈ›uiasc? decât pe acei care o fac, nu È™i pe cei care o cerceteaz? obiectiv. Cu cât eÈ™ti mai obiectiv, cu atât eÈ™ti mai trec?tor, mai muritor. Subiectivitatea, voinÈ›a personal?, elanul temperamental – numai acestea sunt p?strate în istorie.

There are two stories for every life; the one you live, and the one others tell.

Každý život má dvÄ› verze; tu, co ?lovÄ›k žije, a tu, co vyprávÄ›jí ostatní.

Online you could form your own opinion of what was going on and your opinion was, likely as not, different from the next person's, and there was no real way to determine which of you was right, and the boundary between what was in your mind and what was in the world beyond was blurry, so blurry there was almost no boundary at all.

Love is never any better than the lover. [...] There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone posseses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glair of the lover's inward eye.

The 'red-tinged flower' is far from fair, Nor do my eyes delight to see, But yon red plum which blossoms there, Is full of loveliness to me.

there were other people's Edinburghs quite different from hers [...]

The facts are always less than what really happened.

Healthy and diseased, as Susan Sontag points out...are often subjective judgments that society makes for its own purposes. Women have long been defined as sick as a means of subjecting them to social control.

Stupidity is almost always in the eye of the beholder.

La diferencia entre un crimen y una hazaña suele depender de la perspectiva del observador

A justiça é uma extravagância da perspectiva, e não um valor universal.

It can be seen as a discussion of the nature of evidence—the way in which there is no single truth about anyone's life, but as many truths as there are observers.

Naïve realism creates a logical labyrinth because it presupposes two things: One, people who are open-minded and fair ought to agree with a reasonable opinion, and, two, any opinion I hold must be reasonable; if it weren't, I wouldn't hold it.

It's an old picture," said Stephen. "She's in her thirties now. I don't think she's pretty anymore.

She took one of her poodle's charcoal biscuits out of the packet and ate it herself. 'Either these are quite delicious or quite disgusting. Like many things in life, it's rather hard to tell which,' she said.

Our emotions don't necessarily tell us the facts about the situation, rather they tell us our interpretation of the facts.

The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

Despite time being infinite, my time was limited, my time was running out. I realized that my hour and someone else's hour are not equal. We cannot spend it the same way; we cannot think of it in the same way.

I realised that my hour and someone else's hour are nit equal. We cannot spend it the same way, we cannot think of it in the same way.

Vanessa insisted that film was exactly like poetry. Nothing necessarily had to happen; you just had to feel something.

But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?

Your memory is not my memory.