Marge Piercy Quotes

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

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.

For however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable I.

I have no knowledge of myself as I am, but merely as I appear to myself.

Close your eyes, all you see is yours.

You know, most people really don't know me.

The play is not in the words, it's in you!

Human beings, from their own point of view, are very different than what people see.

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.

Nobody really knows what they look like. The mirror shows you only what you want to see.

I think that first-person narration is very characteristic of contemporary optics, in which the individual performs the role of subjective center of the world.

You are what you've been looking for. The answer is always in you alone. There is nothing in the external world. For the external world is an emanation of your own mind, your own thinking and your own imagination. You created this world.

If I know better than you know what I am up to, it is only because I spend more time with myself than you do.

We all know what we know. We experience with our minds and breath.

You create your response to reality, and that response, for all practical purposes, is your reality.

Men are always optimists when they look inwards, and pessimists when they look round them.

Such as every man is inwardly so he judgeth outwardly.

Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.

I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.

I know that I exist; the question is, What is this 'I' that 'I' know.

When you look in the mirror what do you see? Do you see the real you, or what you have been conditioned to believe is you?

I am not a witch. I'm nothing you've heard. I'm you.

This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.

There are images I need to complete my own reality.