Quotes About Reality

Ik heb mijn strikt persoonlijke tijdrekening, onmogelijk in overeenstemming te brengen met die welke gebaseerd is op de stichting van Rome of het tijdperk van de Olympiaden. Vijftien jaren in het leger hebben korter geduurd dan een ochtend in Athene; er zijn mensen met wie ik mijn leven lang ben omgegaan en die ik in de Onderwereld niet zou herkennen.

No perder nunca de vista el diagrama de una vida humana, que no se compone, por más bien que se diga, de una horizontal y de dos perpendiculares, sino más bien de tres líneas sinuosas, perdidas hacia el infinito, constantemente próximas y divergentes: lo que un hombre ha creído ser, lo que ha querido ser, y lo que fue.

Langzamerhand, zoals in alle processen waarvoor de nieuwsgierigen een poos lang warmlopen, zag men hoe zich op twee verschillende plannen twee wonderlijk ongelijksoortige zaken aftekenden: het geval zoals het zich presenteert voor de rechtsgeleerden en de geestelijken wier taak het is te berechten, en het geval zoals het wordt gefantaseerd door de massa die monsters en slachtoffers wil.

Les mots trompent, puisque celui de plaisir couvre des réalités contradictoires, comporte à la fois les notions de tiédeur, de douceur, d'intimité des corps, et celles de violence, d'agonie et de cri. La petite phrase obscène de Poseidonius sur le frottement de deux parcelles de chair [...] ne définit pas plus le phénomène de l'amour que la corde touchée du doigt ne rend compte du miracle des sons.

He has left the world of facts to enter that of illusions, and sometimes I think that an illusion is perhaps the shape that the innermost secret realities take in the mind's eye of common folk.

Ce royaume aux frontières de la peau, dont nous nous croyons les princes, et où nous sommes prisonniers.

Pero de todos modos he llegado a la edad en que la vida, para cualquier hombre, es una derrota aceptada

Le temps, qu'il avait imaginé devoir peser entre ses mains comme un lingot de plomb, fuyait et se subdivisait comme les grains du mercure. Les heures, les jours, et les mois, avaient cessé de s'accorder aux signes des horloges, et même au mouvement des astres. Il lui semblait parfois être resté toute sa vie à Bruges, et parfois y être rentré la veille. Les lieux aussi bougeaient : les distances s'abolissaient comme les jours. (L'abîme)

Che cosa è il tempo, e perché deve considerarsi passato? Fino a quando viviamo esiste un solo tempo, il presente.

Ad undici anni, sia pure precoci, si sogna vasto e confuso, senza riferimento alle cose reali, inventando il futuro, e sentendo solo il terrore la baldanza e l'inafferrabile acerbità della vita.

Sometimes you get what you want and sometimes you get what you need and sometimes you get what you get.

It was just that this was real life and no decision was clearly sign-posted. It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and you're life's a disaster. In real life it's often almost impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes--often--neck and neck.

Reality had run and got Sanity.

dreaming. But I know it's real." "When I woke up this morning

Sometimes you get what you want and sometimes you get what you need and sometimes you get what you get. The

Who's in charge around here? I'd like to complain about my life. I distinctly ordered a happy life with a loving husband to go with my newborn baby and what was this shoddy travesty that I'd been served up instead?

You think that all a cruel-looking man needs is the love of a good woman and then he won't be cruel any more. But he stays cruel and you eat your heart out.

As if, within their high-pitched cries and songs, there are coded threats.     'Sometimes you get what you want and sometimes you get what you need and sometimes you get what you get.' Extract

I mean, I knew he'd died but I'd never believed it was permanent

The first flush couldn't last for ever. Everyone knew that.

But to me, butterflies were slightly sneaky; all they were, were moths in embroidered jackets. And, yes, moths were creepy and their flapping wings made a nasty, papery sound – but at least they were honest; they were brown, they were dull, they were stupid (flying into flames at the drop of a hat). All in all, they hadn't much going for them but they didn't pretend to be anything other than what they were.

Expectations are merely disappointments under construction.') As

Those who hadn't experienced the death of a parent [...] had an innocence that flew in the face of reality, an expectation that life would still deliver a fairy-tale ending.

She had realized there are only fragments, that 'memories' always consist of fragments the mind puts together into a pattern, adapts a picture staked out early without the need for a conenction with anything that really happened. A great deal is misunderstood by small children, then stored as images that attract similar images, confirming and reinforcing.