Quotes About Reality

The problem is that we create an image of ourselves in our childhood and youth (often at the urging of parents, siblings or friends), and subsequently attempt to graft reality onto this image. More often than not, the graft doesn't take and the result is bewilderment and disappointment.

But I will not give them a share. Not one. Not for love. Nor for loyalty. Not to be fair. Because capitalism isn't fair. Life isn't fair. The lottery of what genes we are born with isn't fair. The moon and the stars and the gas clouds of Alpha Centauri aren't fair.

Few things in life are certain except death and being taxed.

Getting rich is mostly sleight of hand, but if you acquire no audience but a mirror, then there is no illusion with which to get rich. Paper

Droomen is alles, 't is de muziek van ons leven, en daardoor kunnen wij dansen op den rand van de bittere werkelijkheid.

She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.

Nothing is as it seems.

The fundamental reality of any civilization must be its geographical cradle. Geography dictates its vegetational growth and lays down often impassable frontiers. Civilizations are regions, zones not merely as anthropologists understand them when they talk about the zone of the two-headed axe or the feathered arrow; they are areas which both confine man and undergo constant change through his efforts.

A los violentos les encantaría que todos participáramos en su juego. Así tendrían pruebas de esa guerra que solo existe en sus cabezas

Ninguna cosa es más lexos de verdad que la vulgar opinión. Nunca alegre viuirás, si por voluntad de muchos te riges. Porque estas son conclusiones verdaderas, que qualquier cosa, que el vulgo piensa, es vanidad; lo que fabla, falsedad; lo que reprueua es bondad; lo que aprueua, maldad.

Ninguna cosa es más lejos de la verdad que la vulgar opinión. Nunca alegre vivirás, si por voluntad de muchos te riges. Porque éstas son conclusiones verdaderas, que cualquier cosa que el vulgo piensas, es vanidad; lo que habla, falsedad; lo que reprueba es bondad; lo que aprueba, maldad.

And so we continued, making love, for over two hundred years and when we finished, five hours later, we realized that our building had been knocked down three months previously and that our room had become a space ship of flesh and bone.

Sembraste sueños, recogiste un tiro de gracia.

El perspectivismo, que Cervantes contribuyó a inaugurar en la novela, es un procedimiento narrativo gracias al cual una misma y sola realidad es abordada desde distintos puntos de vista, según los diversos personajes, lo que resulta no tanto en versiones diferentes de la realidad como, de hecho, en varias "realidades

No observer is the observer of what is purely and simply given by reality; all observations and all interpretations are the observations and interpretations of persons grounded in and limited by the historical time in which they observe and interpret. These

The idea that we invent reality together in the commitments we make to each other when we speak

No observer is the observer of what is purely and simply given by reality; all observations and all interpretations are the observations and interpretations of persons grounded in and limited by the historical time in which they observe and interpret.

To make matters worse, it was clear that small-scale subsistence farming had, sadly, become extremely difficult to maintain in a modern economy. Many of the MST settlements depended on government subsidies to survive. They could wave red Che Guevara flags and rage against the unfairness of global capitalism until they turned hoarse, but that was the reality we all had to live in.

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

Out of a few misunderstandings with reality we construct beliefs and hopes, and we live on these crusts, which we call bread, just like poor children who play at being happy.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

I wasn't meant for reality, but life came and found me.

I suffer from life and from other people. I can't look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.