Quotes About Reality

I was assigned a public defender. We were all hopeful things would go differently. They did not go differently. They went this way.

We were in separate realities, fast and slow. There is no fixed reality, only objects in contrast.

It wasn't a hoax,' Burdmore said quickly. 'It was theater. Real theater. Like Brecht.' ¶ 'What does Brecht have to do with it? I think you should leave Brecht out of this--

Haberlerin özelli?i bunlar?n hiçbir zaman sizin ba??n?za gelmemesidir.

No person lives in the future. The present, the present, the present. Life keeps on being that.

It wasn't a hoax,' Burdmoore said quickly. 'It was theater. Real theater. Like Brecht.' ¶ 'What does Brecht have to do with it? I think you should leave Brecht out of this--

Enchantment means to want something and also to know somewhere inside yourself, not an obvious place, that you aren't going to get it p.71

The special connection to reality, "with which all photography is endowed," according to Rosalind Krauss, does not quite apply. It does and does not apply. Krauss likens photography to fingerprints. To the rings that cold glasses leave on tables. A photograph, she writes, is closer to a death mask or the tracks of a gull on a beach than it is to a painting or sculpture. It's the residue of things we see, rather than a reconstruction of things we see.

To show you the uselessness of the truth," he said.

Enchantment means to want something and also to know, somewhere inside yourself, not an obvious place, that you aren't going to get it.

before she was lost to the Tenderloin, north of Fascination, up in the boisterous and dirty hotels that formed the pearls on the chain of her bare life, barer even than mine.

The kingdom has come. It is no longer far off, it is no longer future. It is at hand—reachable, touchable, present.

Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.

We all know we're one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it's not happening.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

And so blinded was she by those gleams of glory which the stars fling into the eyes of young lovers, that she saw perfection where none existed; saw a patient endurance that was purely fictitious, and conceived of a loyalty far beyond the limits of Angela's nature.

Oh, Stephen, Stephen, get used to the world -- it's a horrible place full of horrible people, but it's all there is, and we live in it, don't we? So we've just got to do as the world does, my Stephen.

Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there

I'm composed largely of what the streets and rooms look like, of how to arrive 'just' here.

Carried by light, images remain while sensation is so evanescent as to be always beyond belief.

The future is all around here.' It's a place, anyplace where we don't exist.

The new pop song is about getting real: "You had a bad day." The camera don't lie. But they're lying to you about the camera.

There is nothing like scrubbing toilets for a living to make you question the choices you have made in life.