Quotes About Reality

History is a nightmare from which we are trying to awaken.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

I'll tell you something, though. I did not hate the lurid dreams. The best of them had an emotional reality, a core of honest sensation, that brought me nearer to aesthetic truth than did the stuff that the literati were always fussing about. Art, I believe, is where you find it.

Look, a couple years ago my mom and dad got on that big game show. Remember, Brand? Mom spent a month makin' those funny costumes. She was a giant egg. Dad was a frying pan. Dad kept sayin' we were gonna live on Easy Street. So we drove all the way to Hollywood. When we got there, they put us in this big audience with all these other people in funny costumes. Then some dude with lipstick and sprayed hair came down the stairs. He

The mind constructs small-scale models of reality to anticipate events, to reason, and to underlie explanation.

Do you know why they failed? Because the universe, let alone regular society, does not give a shit about you or your dreams. I don't mean that in a negative way – it's just the cold, boring truth.

People do not marry people, not real ones anyway; they marry what they think the person is; they marry illusions and images. The exciting adventure of marriage is finding out who the partner really is.

The greatest lie the devil ever told is that he doesn't exist. Those

Although we hardly see each other off the set, Joy and I get along well when we do. As far as the marriage between Nathan and Haley, I think they are young and will see the reality of the situation eventually.

I sometimes subscribe to the belief that all historical events occur simultaneously, like a dream in the mind of God. Perhaps it is only man who views time sequentially and tries to impose a solar calendar upon it. What if other people, both dead and unborn, are living out their lives in the same space we occupy, without our knowledge or consent?

Age is a peculiar kind of thief. It slips up on you and steps inside your skin and is so quiet and methodical in its work that you never realize it has stolen your youth until you look into the mirror one morning and see a man you don't recognize.

We live at a time when emotions and feelings count more than truth, and there is a vast ignorance of science.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.

Yahweh is the central reality in the universe, and seeking to understand life apart from him is folly.

The Lost Cause myth helped Southern whites deal with the shattering reality of catastrophic defeat and impoverishment in a war they had been sure they would win.

The joy of following Jesus is the fellowship of living in His strength and knowing His presence as a moment-by-moment reality.

Reality is God-centered and all human beings are worshipers, whether or not they are conscious of this reality and its implications.

Computers can figure out all kinds of problems, except the things in the world that just don't add up.

We were a religious sect consisting of two people, and now half the congregation was gone. There would be no closure, no healing. I would simply adjust myself to a new and severely depleted reality. The world would come to an end, as it always does, one world at a time.

Optimists are the least prepared for the loss of hope.

Every state of life, every decision, includes some pain that must be accepted if you are to enter fully into those decisions, and into new life. "All symphonies remain unfinished," said Karl Rahner. There is no perfect decision, perfect outcome, or perfect life. Embracing imperfection helps us relax into reality. When we accept that all choices are conditional, limited, and imperfect, our lives become, paradoxically, more satisfying, joyful, and peaceful.

Religious experiences are often dismissed—not out of doubt that they aren't real, but out of fear that they are real after all.

His whole life was a quest for freedom—the freedom to be open to the wonderful reality that God has made, to God himself, to what is!