Quotes About Reality

The important fact is that for the man the act is eternal, and that for the brief space he has to live, he is already dead. He is already in a different world from ours. He has crossed the frontier. The important fact is that something is done which can not be undone-a possibility which none of us realize until we face it ourselves.

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality.

You have gone through life in sleep, Never woken to the nightmare. I tell you, life would be unendurable If you were wide awake.

It is not my conscience, Not my mind, that is diseased, but the world I have to live in.

Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.

Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations? Are we all in fact unloving and unlovable? Then one is alone, and if one is alone Then lover and beloved are equally unreal And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams.

The things I thought were real are shadows, and the real Are what I thought were private shadows.

What you've been living on is an image of Celia Which you made for yourself, to meet your own needs.

They don't understand what it is to be awake, To be living on several planes at once Though one cannot speak with several voices at once.

And what did not happen is as true as what did happen

Meanwhile the substance of our first act Will be shadows, and the strife with shadows.

Ah, but we die to each other daily. What we know of other people Is only our memory of the moments During which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same Is a useful and convenient social convention Which must sometimes be broken.

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.

There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience. The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies, For the pattern is new in every moment.

For him the death is now only on this side, For him, danger and safety have another meaning.

We're all of us ill in one way or another: We call it health when we find no symptom Of illness. Health is a relative term.

The clocks had nothing to do with time but were merely instruments, the clicking and ticking of silver and gold and bronze and pinchbeck arrows, a droll and slapstick rhapsody of lies.

What does that mean, 'real'? Amn't I real, you? If you cut me, do I not bleed? If you piss me off, will I not kick you up the arse?

Our lives aren't even about doing real things most of the time. We think and talk about people we've never met, pretend to visit places we've never actually been, to discuss things that are just names as though they were as real as rocks or animals or something. Information Age. Hell it's the Imagination Age. We're living in our own minds. No, she decided as the plane began its steep descent, really we're living in other people's minds.

When it falls on your head, then you are knowing it is a rock.

those people who believe in previous lives always think they were dukes or queens or something, ignoring the fact that most people back then spent their whole lives up to their knees in shit before dying of toothless old age at thirty.

Falling to a low estate can do that—you see so much more of the world than you did before. You become very aware of how thin the line is, of how little safety exists.

Were all these castle folk in their ornate finery no more than confused souls hiding inside costumes, as the hard shells of snails protected the helpless, naked things that lived within them?

To je poput reinkarnacije - ljudi koji vjeruju u prošle živote uvijek misle da su bili vojvode ili kraljice ili nešto sli?no, zanemaruju?i ?injenicu da je ve?ina ljudi u to doba provodila cijeli život u govnima do koljena sve dok ne bi umrli u krezuboj starosti od trideset godina.