Paula McLain Quotes

You're really looking for the truth of what the piece is about. And that's going to be different for different people.

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.

If it is not beautiful for someone, it does not exist.

You don't know what it's like to be me.

What is my truth can not be your truth.

We are artists. We are all subjective people; we have a point of view. It doesn't mean we are right.

Do not categorize about music. You take each musician at the time and open yourself to that musician.

Your dreams are always going to seem much more profound to you then they are to your friend.

What is true for you is what you have observed yourself. And when you lose that, you have lost everything.

We can only know others by ourselves.

I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.

What has history to do with me? Mine is the first and only world! I want to report how I find the world. What others have told me about the world is a very small and incidental part of my experience. I have to judge the world, to measure things.

I feel that there is nothing that can happen to a person that is banal. Everything that happens to us is interesting.

You can disagree with another person's opinions. You can disagree with their doctrines. You can't disagree with their experience.

People make their own reality. That was what Praxis had taught him years ago. A hundred people can witness the exact same event, and give two hundred and three different accountings of it.

I want you to know that you are not alone in your being alone.

Who can judge another man's suffering?

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

He that is warme, thinkes all so.

To him who has had the experience no explanation is necessary, to him who has not, none is possible.

We read to know that we are not alone.

Now we shall both be alone, and I shall have no way of making you understand.' 'I don't want to make it easier for you,' I said; 'I hope your heart may break; but I do understand.

No one really understands the grief or joy of another.

There was a danger whenever I was on home ground. It was the danger of seeing my life through other eyes than my own. Seeing it as an ever-increasing roll of words like barbed wire, intricate, bewildering, uncomforting—set against the rich productions, the food, flowers, and knitted garments, of other women’s domesticity. It became harder to say that it was worth the trouble.