Terry Josephson Quotes

I don't talk about consciousness. I talk about interiority.

You cannot stand anywhere in the universe that is outside of yourself.

I think having my life be as private and quiet as possible is a way in which then I can go and play characters.

Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.

The painter should paint not only what he has in front of him, but also what he sees inside himself.

Experience, already reduced to a group of impressions, is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us, or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without.

There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.

The man who has no inner-life is a slave to his surroundings.

I mean, I am my own fantasy.

The way we experience the world around us is a direct reflection of the world within us.

No-one but me gets into my head.

I spent a lot of time in my head, but not like caring about what everybody else thought, just literally in my own world.

The world is not outside you.

My life exists in an imagined reality.

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.

I know the outer world as well as you do, and I judge it. You know nothing of my inner world, and yet you presume to judge that world.

As you are, so is the world.

Life is whatever we conceive it to be.

Someone once wrote that in between the lives we lead and the lives we fantasize about living is the place in our heads where most of us actually live.

Consciousness in the individual is that area where the totality of life is located.

All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.

It's how you view the life inside you that creates the life outside of you. Everyday.

I do not comprehend all that I am. Is the mind, therefore, too limited to possess itself?

Writing was my real life and I was more at home with the people of my imagination than with the best I met in the objective world.

No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.