Quotes About Reality

When you're sober and fit, it's the world that's fucked.

The more slender your grip on reality, the more dangerous the world becomes. On the other hand, the more rational the world you find yourself in, the more carefully it must be questioned.

Like most things, and most people, it's not as bad as it looks from the outside.

pitiable understanding that no happiness exists without its woe, no wealth without its cost, and no life without its full measure, sooner or later, of sorrowing and death.

But fate—you know fate? Kismet is the word, in the Urdu language—fate has every power over us, but two. Fate cannot control our free will, and fate cannot lie. Men lie, to themselves more than to others, and to others more often than they tell the truth. But fate does not lie. Do you see?

There is another reality beyond what we see with our eyes. You have to feel your way into that reality with your heart. There is no other way.

Nothing exists as we see it. Nothing we see is really there, as we think we are seeing it. Our eyes are liars. Everything that seems real, is merely part of the illusion. Nothing exists, as we think it does. Not you. Not me. Not this room. Nothing.

What I am saying is that reality—as you see it, and as most people see it—is nothing more than an illusion. There is another reality, beyond what we see with our eyes. You have to feel your way into that reality with your heart. There is no other way.

There's a truth that's deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception.

Korkumuz ve dileÄŸimiz tamamen ayn? ÅŸeye dönüÅŸtüÄŸünde o rüyaya kabus deriz.

TwierdzÄ™, ?e rzeczywisto??, taka, jakÄ… znamy, jakÄ… zna ogóÅ', to nic wiÄ™cej ni? iluzja. Za tym, co widzimy oczami, istnieje inna rzeczywisto??. Trzeba jÄ… rozpozna? sercem. Nie ma innego sposobu.

Suffering is the truth. Not suffering is the lie. I told you that, once before. That's just the way the world is.

And her forehead was always slightly creased in the centre, between the brows, as if she was grasping, in those soft folds of skin, the monstrous and pitiable understanding that no happiness exists without its woe, no wealth without its cost, and no life without its full measure, sooner or later, of sorrowing and death.

I wasn't sure if that was true, or if he simply wanted it to be true, but I did know from experience that despair and humiliation haunt the poor.

There is another reality, beyond what we see with our eyes.

The truth is a bully we all pretend to like. I

It seemed impossible that a modern airport, full of prosperous and purposeful travellers, was only kilometres away from those crushed and cindered dreams.

Then you said, The truth is a bully we all pretend to like.

Bazen elimizde umuttan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey yokken de severiz. Bazen de gözyaÅŸlar?m?z olmadan aÄŸlar?z. Sonunda sevgi ve görevinden, keder ve onun gerçeÄŸinden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey kalmaz elimizde. Sonunda tek yapabildiÄŸimiz, ÅŸafak sökene kadar dayanmaktan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir.

The truth is a bully we all pretend to like/

You can be happy and afraid and angry in your dreams, but you have to be wide awake to be sad, don't you think?

You'd know where real suffering comes from. It's the same place where love and freedom and pride are born. And it's the same place where those feelings and ideals die. That suffering never stops. We only pretend it does. We only tell ourselves it does, to make the kids stop whimpering in their sleep.' He

We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.

The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on.