Alexandra Fuller Quotes

As a writer, I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.

I'm interested in memory because it's a filter through which we see our lives, and because it's foggy and obscure, the opportunities for self-deception are there. In the end, as a writer, I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.

The way we remember people, even their beauty is all so subjective and a matter of perspective.

An autobiography is the story of how a man thinks he lived.

Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.

I wonder whether my bleak-o-meter is set differently from other people's.

I think that's the greatest gift one can have: point of view. You know? I've come to believe that if you have a bad memory of something, change it.

There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory.

Memory is often less about truth than about what we want it to be.

You can't trust your memory. You change it to suit yourself.

The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through out passions shown; Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.

Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are ashamed of, and so embroider the broad tapestry of our lives.

You remember with what you are at the time you are remembering.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Maybe you just saw what you wanted to see. Or maybe you justfelt what you wanted to feel.

He that is warme, thinkes all so.

People bring to what they see and feel, the inner weather of their souls and complexion of their minds.

I know all too well that people only see what they want to see and remember only what they want to remember.

We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking.

I'm fascinated by the mysterious element that runs through our lives. Everyone is looking out of the world through their emotion and history. Nobody has an absolute reality.

Our internal state determines our experience of our lives; our experiences do not determine our internal state.

We're terrible at realising what goes on in other people's heads because we are trapped inside our own.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

Life is simply what out feelings do to us.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?