Quotes About Reality

Tan poco observador eres que todavía no has descubierto que la felicidad y el estar en sano juicio son dos cosas imposibles de combinar? Un hombre de inteligencia sana no puede ser feliz, porque la vida es para el una realidad, y ve que es una realidad terrible. únicamente los locos, y no muchos locos, pueden ser felices.

No fact is more firmly established than that lying is a necessity of our circumstances--the deduction that it is then a Virtue goes without saying.

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't. Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.

Rzeczywisto?? prze?ciga wszelk? fantazj?, bo fantazja musi si? jednak liczy? z jakim? prawdopodobie?stwem.

Rien n'existe. Tout n'est que rêve. Dieu, l'humanité, le soleil, la lune, la nature des étoiles. Un rêve, un simple rêve. Rien n'existe. Il n'y a que le vide. Et vous... Et vous n'êtes même pas vous. Vous n'avez ni corps, ni sang, ni os, vous n'êtes qu'une pensée.

Why is there so much meaning when a mind breaks? Why isn't it all just static and nonsense?

There's no tense but the present. The fantastic presents itself as fact.

There are no people anywhere who don't have some mental illness. It all depends on where you set the bar and how hard you look. What is a myth is that we are mostly mentally well most of the time.

In mindfulness, we start to see the world as it is, not as we expect it to be, how we want it to be, or what we fear it might become. These

Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.

words need worlds in order to be worlds. worlds though don't need words in order to be worlds.

Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.

Known some call is air am.

Assez bizarrement, donc, le meilleur argument en faveur de l'authenticité est le coût absolument inabordable de la fiction. Il semblerait donc que le spectre qui hante Navidson Record et ne cesse de se ruer contre la porte, soit tout simplement la menace récurrente de sa propre réalité.

It is understood that the world does not want to be understood. The world would not be this world if it did.

All those signs I just now finished telling you about quickly vanished in the light of subsequent days or had never been there to begin with, existing only in retrospect.

This is what it feels like to be really afraid. Though of course it doesn't. None of this can truly approach the reality of that fear, there in the midst of all that bedlam, like the sound of a heart or some other unholy blast, desperate & dying, slamming, no banging into the thin wall of my inner ear, paper thin in fact, attempting to shatter inside what had already been shattered long ago. I should be dead. Why am I still here?

La maison de Navidson peut-elle exister sans qu'on en fasse l'expérience ?

The house, the halls, and the rooms all become the self—collapsing, expanding, tilting, closing, but always in perfect relation to the mental state of the individual.

I'm not mixed up at all. I'm only telling you what you said. What someone says and what happened are usually two different things, Rudy, especially when it comes to you. -Liesel Meminger

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually, we walk around constantly believing ourselves. I'm okay, we say. I'm alright. But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer - it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.