Quotes About Reality

Quando non si hanno più illusioni su di sè, non se ne conservano sugli altri.

In paradise, objects and beings, assaulted by light from all sides, cast no shadow. Which is to say that they lack reality, like anything that is unbroached by darkness and deserted by death.

Nescience is the basis of everything, it creates everything by an action repeated every moment, it produces this and any world, since it continually takes for real what in fact is not. Nescience is the tremendous mistake that serves as the basis of all our truths, it is older and more powerful than all the gods combined.

The passion for prophesying then seizes everyone; skeptics and fanatics alike delight in the idea of disaster and give themselves up in concert to the pleasure of having foreseen and trumpeted it abroad. But it is especially the theoreticians of Reaction who exult (tragically, no doubt) over the reality or the imminence of the worst - of the worst that is their raison d'être.

Life seems good only to the madman

We make choices, decisions, as long as we keep to the surface of things; once we reach the depths, we can neither choose nor decide, we can do nothing but regret the surface...

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Life is legalized, consecrated absurdity.

But we are fundamentally, biologically unsuited to "understand.

When you know quite absolutely that everything is unreal, you then cannot see why you should take the trouble to prove it.

To exist is to profit by our share of unreality, to be quickened by each contact with the void that is within.

Che umiliazione dover assistere all'estinzione dei nostri deliri! Dov'è il folle che ero?

God is the conditioned creature par excellence, the slave of slaves, prisoner of His attributes, of what He is. Man, on the contrary, has a certain leeway insofar as he is not - insofar as, possessing only a borrowed existence, he struggles in pseudoreality.

There is life only in the inattention to life.

We last only as long as our fictions.

reality" falls within the province of lunacy.

what luck, what a windfall! I am still alive, I am still one of those flesh-and-blood ghosts. . . .

We can endure any truth, however destructive

Music is everything. God himself is nothing more than an acoustic hallucination.

The great systems are actually no more than brilliant tautologies. What advantage is it to know that the nature of being consists in the 'will to live,' in 'idea,' or in the whim of God or of Chemistry? A mere proliferation of words, subtle displacements of meanings. What is loathes the verbal embrace, and our innermost experience reveals us nothing beyond the privileged and inexpressible moment. Moreover, Being itself is only a pretension of Nothingness.

Bütün hakikatler bize kar??d?r. Ama yaÅŸamaya devam ederiz çünkü onlar? olduklar? gibi kabulleniriz, çünkü onlardan sonuç ç?karmay? reddederiz.

There exists an undeniable pleasure in knowing that everything you do has no real basis, that whether or not you commit an action is a matter of indifference. The fact nonetheless remains that in our daily gestures we compromise with Vacuity - that is, we turn and turn about, and occasionally, at the same time, we take the world as real and unreal. We mingle pure truth and sordid truths and this amalgam, the thinker's disgrace, is the living man's revenge.

Quand on sait de façon absolue que tout est irréel, on ne voit vraiment pas pourquoi on se fatiguerait à le prouver.

As a general rule, men expect disappointment: