Quotes About Subjectivity

To put it schematically, the claim Everything is subjective must be nonsense, for it would itself have to be either subjective or objective. But it can't be objective, since in that case it would be false if true. And it can't be subjective, because then it would not rule out any objective claim, including the claim that it is objectively false.

The most radical conclusion to draw from this would be that your mind is the only thing that exists.

Our idea of the things that exist is just our idea of what we can observe.

Everybody who says the same words is the same person if the spectra are the same only they happen differently in time, you dig? But the time is arbitrary. You pick your zero point anywhere you want, that way you can shuffle each person's time line sideways till they all coincide.

People read what news they wanted to and each accordingly built his own rathouse of history's rags and straws.

He had decided long ago that no Situation had any objective reality: it only existed in the minds of those who happened to be in on it at any specific moment. Since these several minds tended to form a sum total or complex more mongrel than homogeneous, The Situation must necessarily appear to a single observer much like a diagram in four dimensions to an eye conditioned to seeing its world in only three.

Criticism is really nothing but one person's opinion raised to the level of "the way it is." It's designed to control, either through making the criticized person conform, or by making them feel guilty or ashamed.

Later, she would wonder if her feelings for a person depended on the way she perceived them. Where do feelings come from? she wondered. From a brief, variable impression? From a shifting point of view that's then replaced by an illusion that you project onto the other person?

One creature's truth is another's lie. (Scroom of Strix Struma)

Have you ever gotten a bad review, Master Huud?" "Hundreds of them." "Do they hurt?" "Of course. But you get over it. Critics are just people, lad. They're entitled to their opinions. They're not the enemy." "Who is the enemy?" "Censors.

Art has no meaning because it has many meanings, infinite meanings. Art is different for every individual, and is definable only by the given individual.

Conscious of each other's subjectivity in a direct and immediate way, they experienced no conflict between resolute solidarity and riotous individuality: they were indeed an association in which the free development of each was the condition for the free development of all.

Shakespeare's Hamlet: "There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

I love you, but I hate your overeating" doesn't help a marriage. It's not helpful because hatred is a powerful emotion (a posture, really) that is not easy to wield or maintain carefully. Hatred is more a bludgeon than a scalpel. Our ability to distinguish sin from sinner, especially in others, is so limited, so vulnerable to our own unexamined subjectivity.

Speech in its essence is not neutral.

A feeling is not a fact.

La mentira y la verdad eran relativas, ya que los hechos que eran los referentes del discurso estaban cambiando siempre.

No one's the monster in their own story. Monsters are just a matter of perspective.

The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.

Whatever we look at, and however we look at it, we see only through our own eyes.

We should know what our convictions are, and stand for them. Upon one's own philosophy, conscious or unconscious, depends one's ultimate interpretation of facts. Therefore it is wise to be as clear as possible about one's subjective principles. As the man is, so will be his ultimate truth.

The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases. Each of us carries his own life-form—an indeterminable form which cannot be superseded by any other.

I do not forget that my voice is but one voice, my experience a mere drop in the sea, my knowledge no greater than the visual field in a microscope, my mind's eye a mirror that reflects a small concern of the world, and my ideas - a subjective confession.

Indeed, I do not forget that my voice is but one voice, my experience a mere drop in the sea, my knowledge no greater than the visual field in a microscope, my mind's eye a mirror that reflects a small corner of the world, and my ideas--a subjective confession.