Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes

Remember that my view, the only true view I can see with, is through the black eyes that I have.

The world is not outside you.

It's easier to be skeptical because it's easier to understand that every human lives in their own world.

You believe that you live in the world, where in fact the world lives within you.

I may not be able to change the world I see around me, but I can change the way I see the world within me.

The world you see is less of an indication about the world and more of an indication about your seeing.

As you are, so is the world.

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

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercises, even over the appearance of external objects. Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts. The real hues are delicate, and need a clearer vision.

We see the world, not as it is, but as we are -- or, as we are conditioned to see it. When we open our mouths to describe what we see, we in effect describe ourselves, our perceptions, our paradigms.

Elena had always felt like the center of her own world - who doesn't? The world arranged itself around her like petals around the stem of a flower. This way the meadows, that way the woodland. Over here, the baryn's estate, out there, the hills that hug the known world close and imply a world at beyond. She could never come up with the edge of a world, because it always kept going on beyond. She moved the center of the world as she walked. The world was balanced on her head.

To me, writing is about how we see. The writers I want to read teach me how to see-see the world differently. In my writing there is no separation between how I observe the world and how I write the world. We write through our eyes. We write through our body. We write out of what we know.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

None of us see the world as it is but as we are, as our frames of reference, or maps, define the territory.

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

The world is as you perceive it to be. For me, clarity is a word for beauty. It’s what I am. And when I’m clear, I see only beauty. Nothing else is possible.

The only thing we have to give to the world is our own grasp on it.

We are all expressions of our own minds, projected onto the world.

We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be. We stop being the sun and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.

We make our own world by the way in which we think; for we really do live in a world of our own thoughts.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

All things show up in the world according to the purposes we ascribe to them.

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