Quotes About Subjectivity

Up close, your face wasn't so much handsome as beautiful.

Sometimes it's like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It's like you see them through a special lens - but maybe if it's how you see them, that's how they really are." -Belly

Sometimes it's like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind.

Y quién sabe medir el atractivo de una persona? Algunas veces las personas son un millón de veces más atractivas para ti en tu mente. Es como si tú los vieras por un lente especial, pero quizá es así como tu realmente los ves.

Sometimes it's like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It's like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it's how you see them, that's how they really are. It's like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.

to a person like that? Sometimes it's like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It's like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it's how you see them, that's how they really are. It's like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.

Sometimes it's like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It's like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it's how you see them, that's how they really are.

I've heard people say that the more you like someone, the more you think they are beautiful even if you didn't think so in the beginning.

the ability for the same reality to vary drastically between different people was probably the root cause for some of history's greatest wars. If everyone on Earth experienced reality in the same way, there would be very little to disagree about. But

We are capable of generating an almost infinite number of narratives about the same event, and it is the interpretation of the event that matters, not just the event itself.

Dane glanced again at the piece of art, studying the sculpture with a critical eye. Definitely not his cup of Joe. But then, he wasn't the type to appreciate fine art unless it was done on black velvet and had a picture of dogs playing poker.

Yes, 85 percent of the art you see isn't any good. But everyone has a different opinion about which 85 percent is bad. That in turn creates fantastically unstable interplay and argument.

Wolfgang Tillman's stunning large-scale pictures, being shown for the first time, were so offhand I failed to see them as art.

Any measure used for control is unreliable."10 To put it another way, anything that can be measured and rewarded will be gamed.

Que letra tan fea! Dijo papá un día disgustado. En todo caso, el único que podía leer aquellos poemas era yo, esa era mi intensión.

When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute—and it's longer than any hour. That's relativity.

Never fall into the mistake of believing, said the examiner, that things are everywhere the way they are here, wherever here is, wherever everywhere is.

Our knowledge about ourselves is our least reliable knowledge. Yet, so thoroughly do we ordinarily champion our own cause that it is acknowledged effective to believe that a person who deems it impossible to any further champion his/her own cause must be guilty.

T]he psychoanalytic process should be understood as occurring between subjects rather than within the individual. Mental life is seen from an intersubjective perspective. Although this perspective has transformed both our theory and our practice in important ways, such transformations create new problems. A theory in which the individual subject no longer reigns absolute must confront the difficulty each subject has in recognizing the other as an equivalent center of experience…

Perfection cannot be attained for as humans we all have a different opinion of what perfection is

Objectivity? I always have an objective.

A person even if he is subjectively sincere, may frequently be driven unconsciously by a motive that is different from the one he believes himself to be driven by

A woman who is desired by someone else, even a love-starved coffinmaker, immediately becomes more precious than before. Man, as it happens, lives by relative rather than absolute values.

One man's destroyer is another's nightingale.