F. H. Bradley Quotes

No one can see your life the way you see it.

Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.

My strength and my weakness is that I see normally impersonal events vividly and personally.

There is no reality except the one contained within us.

I see the world through my eyes. It's sometimes a strange world.

All experience is subjective.

It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.

One place exists as their interpretation of it. For the people living and thriving inside of it, it's another place.

The world is not outside you.

Every dream that anyone ever has is theirs alone and they never manage to share it. And they never manage to remember it either. Not truly or accurately. Not as it was. Our memories and our vocabularies aren't up to the job.

Man's memory shapes Its own Eden within

I lived, particularly in childhood but with lessening intensity right on to middle age, in a world that was peculiarly and intimately my own, scarcely to be shared with others or even made plausible to them. I habitually read special meanings into things, scenes and places qualities of wonder, beauty, promise, or horror for which there was no external evidence visible or plausible to others. My world was peopled with mysteries, seductive hints, vague menaces, "intimations of immortality.

Experience is a private, very largely speechless affair.

In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.

I was the world in which I walked.

The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.

It is the bane and the balm of individual perception that 'objective' reality is seen through the filter of each person's temperament.

Everything you see or hear or experience in any way at all is specific to you. You create a universe by perceiving it, so everything in the universe you perceive is specific to you.

I paint my own reality.

The movie on the screen is always going to be different from the movie in your head. How it makes you feel is what I'm after, what I'm chasing, and what I'm trying to construct.

The whole world is simply my story, projected back to me on the screen of my own perception. All of it.

You have, like the external world, your own phenomena inside.

You don't need to explain your dreams. They belong to you.

Every man carries with him the world in which he must live.