Quotes About Subjective

But I think it's quite clear in my work that my orientation isn't political or doesn't come out of modern politics.

I guess football is a game of opinions.

With all due respect, the Mona Lisa is overrated.

What is right and what is wrong is a very sensitive matter.

This is a matter of feeling,' said Misabel. 'And such things can never be explained.

Companies are very pragmatic and respond to information about behaviors relevant to the work at hand rather than subjective feelings about another person.

Sin was not created by God; it was created by us when we tried to transform what was inevitable into something subjective. We ceased to see the whole and came to see just one part; and that part is loaded with guilt, rules, good versus evil, and each side thinking it's right.

Art is what everyone knows it is.

Art is incredibly subjective. What is great art to one person isn't necessarily to another.

I think all art is subjective - that whoever's watching it or listening to it will decide whether it's good or bad.

There's a point where art is not subjective, and my example for that is Picasso. If you don't like Picasso, that's your problem.

I really don't know what's good or bad art because all the art I like people tell me is tasteless.

Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.

Music is more objective, I think, than a lot of art is, but a surprising amount of it is cultural.

Money is something that can be measured; art is not. It's all subjective.

Art is so subjective--it means something different to every person. The important thing for it to do is to touch on the senses and emotions.

What one person might see as violent, someone else may see as beautiful. Maybe even art.

Colour is a matter of personal opinion.

Art is personal, criticism shouldn't be.

I was an awful critic. I operated on the assumption that there was an absolute scale of values against which art could be measured. I didn't trust my own subjective responses.

I suppose memory has at least two faces, and capricious ones at that.

You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of it [dignity]. It's never dignified, always brutal. What's dignified about dying? It's never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it's fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it.

It occurred to her, in a moment of sudden clarity, that what had always caused her anxiety, or stress, or worry, was not any one force, nothing independent and external- it wasn't danger to herself or the constant calamity of other people and their problems. It was internal: it was subjective: it was not knowing.

Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it's fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it.