Quotes About Subjectivity

One person's crazy is another person's sane, I guess.

Math doesn't respond well to opinion.

I just think of things as beautiful or not. Can't you understand? I don't think of good or bad. Just of beautiful or ugly. I think a lot of nice things are ugly and a lot of nasty things are beautiful.

People, through finding something 'beautiful,' think something else 'unbeautiful

there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

But people could walk the same road and see different things.

Imprecision is, on the whole, highly prized. Definition and categorization are, by contrast, suspect. For

While I paid, they exchanged some pieties on how everyone has his or her own beliefs, et cetera. Then the woman said, "It's just like, ten people see a car accident, every single one is gonna tell the police something different" (a vivid way, I thought, of localizing the story about the blind men feeling an elephant). "Tell me which one of 'em gets out to help," the man said, "that's the one whose religion I'll listen to.

La culpa es una emoción hecha a la medida de cada persona

Enseña a tres personas una fotografía de un clavo. Las dos primeras dirán , pero el psicoanalista replicará:

neither a concept nor an image is transparent, and that this opacity signals that an element of subjectivity is always in play in human affairs.

There are no objective values.

In the province of the mind, what one believes to be true either is true or becomes true.

There doesn't have to be a right side and a wrong side. Both sides can be right, or both sides can be wrong.

Why did people call it Hell?" I wondered. [...] No place was Hell, no place could be Hell. It's the people calling it Hell, that's the only thing that made it so. People just sticking names on places, so that no one could see those places properly anymore. [...] No, Hell wasn't anything to do with place, Hell was all to do with people. Maybe Hell was people.

I think that each of us inhabits a private world that others cannot see. The only difference between the writer and the reader is that the writer is able to dramatise that private world.

no one can judge a relationship except for the two people in it.

all good books are bad!

A woman trash is another one treasure.

We discover that every state of consciousness arises—and can only arise—within ourselves. One and the same event can provoke one person to laughter, another to tears, while a third remains completely indifferent; all because each is merely projecting outwardly his own inward attitude, and it is only this inward attitude which provokes our response, not the external events themselves.

Love is only what you think it is at the time. Or what you make it. It doesn't exist of itself. It's born out of the spark that ignites when two people suddenly notice each other. Or it isn't. I mean, sparks die too, or you kill them deliberately.

A mirror may be held in different lights by different hands; and, according to the position of those hands, will the light fall.

Opinions are like kittens," he commented. "People are always giving them away.