Quotes About Reality

I used to think there was no time like the present. I used to think there was no time but the present. Now I know better—or different, anyway. In the end, the past will always be there. The past is all there is: the present never sticks around for long enough, and the future is anybody's guess. In time, you always have to hand it to the past. It always gets you in the end.

He turns the pages from right to left. He begins at the beginning and ends at the end. This makes a quirky sense to me—but Mikio and I are definitely in the minority here. And how can we two be right? It would make so many others wrong. Water moves upward. It seeks the highest level. What did you expect? Smoke falls. Things are created in the violence of fire. But that's all right. Gravity still pins us to the planet.

And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit. You got that? And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look, and feel, like shit.

The fact was that facts were losing their value. Stalin had broken the opposition. He was also far advanced toward his much stranger objective of breaking the truth. Or it may have been the other way about: actuality, under Stalin, was such that dread and disgust forbade you to accept it— or even to contemplate it.

To be clear: an ideology is a belief system with an inadequate basis in reality; a religion is a belief system with no basis in reality whatever.

Dove saremmo Tod e io senza il gabinetto? Dove saremmo senza tutta la spazzatura?

Senza mai guardare dove sta andando, la gente si muove attraverso qualcosa di predisposto, armata di bugie. Non vede l'ora di raggiungere luoghi dai quali è appena tornata, o si rammarica di aver fatto cose che non ha ancora fatto. Signori delle bugie e della spazzatura - di ogni sorta di merda e di spazzatura. [...] Lo prendiamo ancora in culo ogni mattina come tutti gli altri - ma in questi giorni la cosa finisce in un baleno.

I was soon wondering if I would ever again be able to attend a mass assemblage without my mind starting to play tricks on me. It wasn't like the last occasion, when I became gradually immersed in the logistical challenge of gassing the audience. No.

If we all downed tools and joined hands for ten minutes and stopped believing in money, then money would no longer exist. We never will, of course. Maybe money is the great conspiracy, the great fiction. The great addiction too: we're all addicted and we can't break the habit now. There's not even anything very twentieth century about it, except the disposition. You just can't kick it, that junk, even if you want to. You can't get the money monkey off your back.

Perhaps, at such moments, the sky is no more than the sum of the dirt that lives in our human eyes.

When we wake up in the morning (he thought), it's the first task that lies ahead of us: the separation of the true from the false. We have to dismiss, to erase the mocking kingdoms made by sleep. But at the close of day it was the other way round, and we sought the untrue and the fictitious, sometimes snapping ourselves awake in our hunger for nonsensical connections.

Most people feel that the world looks like the photograph. I've always assumed that the photograph is nearly right, but that little bit by which it misses makes it miss by a mile. This is what I grope at.

But maybe 'the brutality of fact' isn't a phrase that precisely suits what he does. Perhaps, 'the awkwardness of truth' would be nearer the mark. …

I am only interested in art that is in some way concerned with truth. I could not care less whether it is abstract or what form it takes.' …

Then they say that they are taken out of this world, but I don't want to be out of this world, I want to be absolutely in it, all of the time.'LF

The answer being found in the development of the whole of human knowledge (and thus reality) out of Self-consciousness; Self-consciousness being both the entirety of reality and also a distinct and distinguishable part of it.

Even in expecting, one leaps away from the possible and gets a footing in the real. It is for its reality that what is expected is expected. By the very nature of expecting, the possible is drawn into the real, arising from it and returning to it.

As soon as we are born, we are old enough to die.

Nothing is everything that doesn't happen at this very moment.

Ceea-ce-se-situeaza-în-sine-însusi devine, din clipa în care este considerat dinspre privitor, ceea-ce-se-în-fatiseaza, ceea ce se ofera în aspectul sau exterior.

We do not have any clear, common and simple relation to reality and to ourselves. That is the big problem of the Western world.

The one: how it is (what it, Being, is) and also how not-Being (is) impossible. This is the pathway of grounded trust

Die Wiederholung des Möglichen ist weder ein Wiederbringen des Vergangenen noch ein Zurückbinden der Gegenwart an das Überholte. Die Wiederholung lässt sich, einem entschlossenen Sichentwerfen entspringend, nicht vom Vergangenen überreden, um es als das vormals Wirkliche nur wiederkehren zu lassen. Die Wiederholung erwidert viel mehr die Möglichkeit der dagewesenen Existenz.

Problemas fundamentales de la fenomenología