135 Quotes About Subjectivity

Before asserting a prognosis on any patient, always be objective and never subjective. For telling a man that he will win the treasure of life, but then later discovering that he will lose, will harm him more than by telling him that he may lose, but then he wins.

A veces en las tardes una caraNos mira desde el fondo de un espejo;El arte debe ser como ese espejoQue nos revela nuestra propia cara.(At times in the evenings a faceLooks at us out of the depths of a mirror;Art should be like that mirrorWhich reveals to us our own face.)

Those who live as though God sets the rules are not going by their own rules. That is the self-sacrifice, or selflessness, that peace more often than not requires. Those who insist on going by their own rules cannot make that sacrifice. They are the steady adherents of (global) conflict because they are forever fighting both themselves and others to do whatever they think that they want to do.

I think I am, therefore, I am... I think.

A hundred francs! Oh, dear me! It is worth millions of francs, my child. But my -- dealer -- here tells me that in fact a picture is worth only what someone will give for it. How much money do you have?"Julia took out her purse and counted. "Four francs and twenty sous," she said, looking up at him sadly."Is that all the money you have in the world?"She nodded."Then four francs and twenty sous it is.

It turns out that the men who ultimately, who unpretentiously value peace are willing to sacrifice their own peace of mind in order to render it. The question is, 'Who, between opposing forces, would do such a thing?' It seems only theoretical albeit true that men who accept an objective rather than subjective moral standard are, in a general sense, more capable of making such sacrifices for the sake of peace.

We are not our own light.

We don't always get to decide what others see when they sum us up or reduce us to a caricature of the rich and various selves we think we have fashioned.

ലാപ്‌വിംഗിന്റെ ബുള്ളറ്റ് ഓടിച്ച ആകാശമാണ് ഞാൻമുങ്ങിയ വെള്ളത്തിൽ നിറച്ച കാട്ടുപോത്തിന്റെ കൊമ്പിൽ നിന്നാണ് ജനിച്ചത്മുത്ത് വേപ്പ് മരത്തിന്റെ ചുവട്ടിൽ നിഷ്‌ക്രിയ കണ്ണിൽകറുത്ത സുന്ദരിയുടെ മൃദുവായ കൈകാലുകളുടെ അലങ്കാരം ആസ്വദിക്കുകയായിരുന്നുമഴയിൽ നനഞ്ഞ സ്വർണ്ണ-പുഷ്പം കോയിഫ്യൂറിന്റെ കെട്ടഴിച്ചു