Quotes About Reality

There is no religion There is no reality or lack of reality There is no start or finish There is no me or you There is only everything And the only thing that is that reality Is divinity itself And it is all for the love of God.

Walking into an ocean isn't nearly as easy as they make it look on Baywatch. The

I wondered if that was how the world went round - nothing more than eight billion strangers sitting together and telling each other stories and lies while trying to figure out just who the hell each other really was.

There's a difference between a dream and a plan. There's nothing wrong with having a dream, but the danger is attaching your happiness to it, because life doesn't always go according to plan.

There may be strength in numbers, but not necessarily truth.

Not for the first time, Aidan reflected that those titillated by horror were least likely to have ever experienced it personally.

I once had someone explain to me that we don't have real interactions with people, we have interactions with the image of those people we carry in our heads. I don't know. Maybe. But I figure if I stick a Great Weapon into a guy's eye, it's close enough to a real interaction for most purposes.

And all of the late, late-night talks, when you're not stoned, but you're so tired you might as well be, when you just sit there glowing with warmth, and all of those things that you really hope for come out, and you connect with each other on such deep levels that, when you think about it the next day, you wonder if it was real - if the others felt it too.

Because here's the thing: No matter how much one tells stories of magical beasts or impossible worlds, in the end, it is always the world of here and now one is writing about. The better one understands that world, the more powerful the stories will be.

The others followed, and found themselves in a small, stuffy basement, which would have been damp, smelly, close, and dark, were it not, in fact, well-lit, which prevented it from being dark.

Consciousness—not the personal you—created your body and your surroundings that provide support for that body to exist.

Your animal spirit guide finds great joy in working with you and experiencing ordinary reality through your physical senses, and you get an animal spirit guide that counsels, heals, and empowers you.

It's something of a parodox that film, the art that most resembles our daydreams, is the one most difficult to bring into existence.

Morality, it could be argued, represents the way that people would like the world to work, wheareas economics represents how it actually does work.

The conventional wisdom is often wrong.

And knowing what happens on average is a good place to start. By so doing, we insulate ourselves from the tendency to build our thinking - our daily decisions, our laws, our governance - on exceptions and anomalies rather than on reality.

One's own thought is one's world. What a person thinks is what he becomes. —Maitri Upanishads

Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead.

money's just an idea, it has power. Only it's not real power. Just the promise of power. But that promise is enough so long as everyone keeps pretending it's real. Stop pretending and it all falls apart.

Do I see control on all sides, or the illusion of control?" List's face twisted slightly. "Sometimes the two are one and the same. In terms of their effect, I mean. The only difference – or so Coltaine says – is that when you bloody the real thing, it absorbs the damage, while the other shatters.

If all we seek is an escape, what does that say about the world we live in. We are desperate with our dreams. What - oh, what - does that say?

The gods know, happiness is a precious and rare commodity, and indeed it seems that the more intelligent and perceptive the individual, the less happy they generally are. The cost of seeing things as they are, I expect.

My anthropological back gets raised hackles with simple worlds and simple conflicts. Nothing's simple. Nothing ever was.

All thrones should be made of ice, I think. Sit on that numb arse, sinking down and down, with the puddle of dissolution getting ever wider around you. Sit, dear ruler, and tell me all your grand designs.