Quotes About Subjectivity

A classroom of students may read the same piece of poetry or the same passage in a novel, and each person may interpret it differently.

what you put out there and what people take away are two totally separate things. People's minds process things in diverse ways. Everyone lives in different worlds, which is sort of sad but also has potential if you can work out how to turn it to your advantage.

In The Woman Reader Kate Flint argues that "the study of reading...involves examining a fulcrum: the meeting-place of discourses of subjectivity and socialization." Reading has traditionally been "a prime tool in socialization" and is "centrally bound in with questions of authority".

I don't let it bother me too much if someone doesn't like me. I just figure there's no accounting for taste. It's not me, it's my acting. It's like if someone doesn't like someone's food, they just don't like my acting.

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Like the Marxist structuralist approach to subjectivity, psychoanalysis makes culturally available a narrative that complicates the assumption that an identity is the natural property of any individual.

I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it.

People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.

what you value and what someone else values will be different. And your goals and values will inform your preferences for various outcomes. That means that how much you prefer a particular outcome relative to other possibilities will naturally be different from another person's preference for the same outcome relative to other possibilities.

And anytime a programmer makes a decision about how to deal with data, how to average it or clean it, you're imparting more of your own bias on it.

Every antagonist is a protagonist in his own right.

How could something as significant to one person mean so little to another?

But why do they have to continuously return to this irrational, religious, etc., stuff? Why? In a given state of subjectivity, there is no other way [ ... ]. If in order to exist we absolutely have to have recourse to this kind of thing, it isn't surprising that people rush headlong into it, even if they know that rationally it doesn't hold water. There's no getting rid of molar strata. Schizoanalysis cannot replace organizations.

Subjectivity needs movement, directional vectors, ritournelles, rhythms and refrains that beat time to carry it along.

I think they're very attractive,' Abe agreed. 'I just don't think they're attractive, that's all.

The world only exists in your eyes-- your conception of it. You can make it as big or as small as you want to.

She's said to be very beautiful by people who ought to know.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want it.

Look at me...and tell me what you see.' Norma put her pencil down and studied him. 'You look just like you always did, Macky, only older.' 'How much older?' 'You look... oh, I don't know, Macky, you look the same to me as you always did. I don't know what you look like. Go look for yourself in the mirror.' 'I want an objective view. I see myself every day.' 'Well, I see you every day too. How am I supposed to know what you look like?

When you're with a man, no one tells you he's a creep; they don't like to; they think, well, that's her choice, perhaps ours isn't up to much either; how will we ever be sure, in this polite world? In other words, as we all know, one woman's creep is another's true love, and just as well.

Life is whatever we conceive it to be.

Does a flower really have beauty? Does a fruit really have beauty? No: they have only color and form And existence. Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist But that I give to things in exchange for the pleasure they give me. It means nothing. So why do I say about things: they're beautiful?

Condillac begins his famous book with the words: "However high we climb and however low we fall we never escape our own feelings.

All that we truly possess are our own sensations; it is in them, rather than in what they sense, that we must base our life's reality. This has nothing to do with anything.