Quotes About Subjectivity

In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it

No two people see the external world in exactly the same way. To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is -- in other words, not a thing, but a think.

To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is – in other words, not a thing, but a think.

History is a slippery business; the past is not a constant but a landscape that mutates according to argument and opinion.

The day is refracted, and the next and the one after that, all of them broken up into a hundred juggled segments, each brilliant and self-contained so that the hours are no longer linear but assorted like bright sweets in a jar.

I have tried to be honest with you, although I suppose that you would really have been more interested in my not being honest. Some of these things happened, and some were dreams. They were all true, as I understood truth. They are all real, as I understood reality.

All things exist as they are perceived: at least in relation to the percipient. 'The mind is its own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.' But poetry defeats the curse which binds us to be subjected to the accident of surrounding impressions. And whether it spreads its own figured curtain or withdraws life's dark veil from before the scene of things, it equally creates for us a being within our being.

The power of suggestion. Maybe everything human ended up being subjective and nothing could be known for sure.

The value is always in the eye of the beholder. What is worthless to one person may be very important to someone else.

There is no such thing as a fixed and reliable truth (except for the statement that this is so, presumably

And the point? This is the point. Paradise lives in our heads so it can be anywhere and with anyone.

The past is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets and re-explains what has happened.

Humans do not give greater credence to an objective record of a past event than to their subjective remembering of it, and we are surprisingly insensitive to the ways our particular construals of a situation are unique to ourselves. Thus the narrative of memory becomes central to our intuitions regarding the judgments we make and the actions we take. 5

One man's nonsense is another man's sense.

Las traducciones son meras aproximaciones subjetivas. Y eso es todo lo que experimento respecto a cuanto digo: no es lo que estoy pensando sino lo máximo que puedo aproximarme a lo que pienso por medio del lenguaje, con sus defectuosas y constrictivas reducciones. Y por eso a menudo pienso que es mejor no decir nada que expresarme de una manera inexacta.

a totally dried noose for one is to another an integrated text adept at the cards that ruin whimsy...

What does it feel like to be an octopus? To be a jellyfish? Does it feel like anything at all? Which were the first animals whose lives felt like something to them?

seems plausible that an animal might feel pain or thirst without having an "inner model" of the world

I have often thought it was very arrogant to suppose you could make a film for anybody but yourself.

You draw something...and you get nothing. The you do the same thing again, but this time you get a star and are praised, how come? ...... It's something to do with time.... You got a star because you spent more time on the second drawing. And spent the time in a particular way. We think they have a plan, and that it has to do with time. ...... There's no such thing as better....The second one just fitted in better with their plan.

That's the one good thing about the human brain, it constantly revises the past, cutting bits here, adding bits there, presenting it in an even more palatable way - the way we would have liked things to have been, rather than the way they really are.