Quotes About Subjectivity

People are complicated. And messy. Seems too convenient that we'd all fit inside some multiple-choice question.

When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, it seems like two minutes; when you sit on a hot stove for two minutes, it seems like two hours. That's relativity.

Beauty is a fact, and it can change with time. Something ugly in the morning can become beautiful in the evening.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.

One can't judge Wagner's opera Lohengrin after a first hearing, and I certainly don't intend to hear it a second time.

A time will come when the eye of man will perceive colors as feelings within itself.

The truth isn't all things to all people all of the time.

Recipes are just descriptions of one person's take on one moment in time. They're not rules.

Nothing has existence unless you, I, or some living creature perceives it, and how it is perceived further influences that reality. Even time itself is not exempted from biocentrism.

What i do in my personal time is about me. if other people dont agree, then it doesn't matter 'cos it's my opinion and that's what counts at the end of the day.

I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different

Time is not an absolute reality but an aspect of our consciousness.

For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For others, there was never enough. For Jesse Tuck, it didn't exist.

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

In my opinion, consensual reality is better than facts. (Sukey Waller)

I confess I didn't totally get it. We understand the world by extension of ourselves. It's hard to get why people feel differently. It's hard to believe they even do.

Who knows how much of our stories are true?

Who knows the colors someone else sees?

Evil is a point of view,' he whispered now. 'We

He knew her weakness. She wanted to be pretty, and thought she wasn't. When in fact he thought she was quite the prettiest thing in his memory.

All of us see a story according to our own lights. None of us is capable of objectivity. You

The writing that so thrills and exhilarates you, as if you were dancing right next to the band, is barely audible to anyone else.

If a tree falls and nobody's watching, then it doesn't make a sound