Quotes About Reality

Probablemente de todos nuestros sentimientos el único que no es verdaderamente nuestro es la esperanza. La esperanza le pertenece a la vida, es la vida misma defendiéndose.

Tal vez el amor fuera el enriquecimiento más alto, un dador de ser; pero sólo malográndolo se podía evitar su efecto bumerang, dejarlo correr al olvido y sostenerse, otra vez solo, en ese nuevo peldaño de realidad abierta y porosa

Lo absurdo no son las cosas, lo absurdo es que las cosas estén ahí y las sintamos como absurdas.

Para leer en forma interrogativa Has visto verdaderamente has visto la nieve los astros los pasos afelpados de la brisa Has tocado de verdad has tocado el plato el pan la cara de esa mujer que tanto amas Has vivido como un golpe en la frente el instante el jadeo la caída la fuga Has sabido con cada poro de la piel sabido que tus ojos tus manos tu sexo tu blando corazón había que tirarlos había que llorarlos había que inventarlos otra vez.

Y qué es, acaso, la memoria sino una gran mentira?

La realidad se ha difuminado y, en su lugar, ha surgido otra en la que el tiempo corre sin ningún control.

Cuando uno es joven y vive ajeno a la realidad, cuando las estaciones pasan sin grandes cambios ni alteraciones, como si fueran nubes en día sin viento, cuando la felicidad consiste en dejarse arrastrar por los sentidos, uno percibe sólo el presente, y el futuro y el pasado pasan a un segundo plano, cuando no desaparecen por completo. Es como en medio del mar, donde sólo existe éste.

La vida no tiene vuelta. Como la juventud o el viento, la vida pasa y nunca retorna por más que nos neguemos a aceptarlo.

Prefiero no defraudarlo y dejar que descubra por sí mismo la vacuidad de las ilusiones que perseguimos desde que nacemos, que tropiece como yo en cada peldaño de la escalera que recorremos en el camino a ninguna parte que es la existencia.

According to traditional man the physical plane merely contains effects; nothing takes place in this world that did not originate first in the next world or in the invisible dimension.

Wisdom is an absolute positivism which regards only what can be grasped by direct experience as real, and everything else as unreal, abstract, and illusory.

In America any inventor who discovers some new tool that will improve production will always win more social approval and acknowledgement than the traditional type of the intellectual; moreover, anything that is profit, reality or action in the material sense of the word will always be valued more than anything that may derive from a line of aristocratic dignity.

The quality that we call beauty ... must always grow from the realities of life.

The quality that we call beauty, however, must always grow from the realities of life, and our ancestors, forced to live in dark rooms, presently came to discover beauty in shadows, ultimately to guide shadows towards beauty's ends.

In a better world I would have kissed her over the ice trays and that would have been the end of all our troubles. But you know exactly what kind of world we live in. It ain't no fucking Middle-earth. I just nodded my head, said, See you around, Lola, and drove home.

If you ask me I don't think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That's enough.

It's all possible but neither of us speaks for a long time and the moment closes and we're back in the world we've always known.

If you ask me I don't think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That's enough.

No amount of wishful thinking was changing the cold hard fact that she was a teenage girl living in the Dominican Republic of Rafael Leónidas Trujillo Molina, the Dictatingest Dictator who ever Dictated.

But you know exactly what kind of world we live in. It ain't no fucking Middle-earth.

It's like Abuela says: Every snake always thinks it's biting into a rat until the day it bites into a mongoose. That

I had expected a different father, one about seven feet tall with enough money to buy our entire barrio, but this one was average height, with an average face.

Si me preguntan, diría que no creo que las maldiciones existan. Pienso que solo existe la vida. Y eso basta.

Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven—where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with—he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken legs and a separated shoulder, feeling like, well, he'd jumped off the New Brunswick train bridge.