Quotes About Reality

What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that.

Writers who have the vision and the ability to produce real fiction do not produce unreal fiction.

You're the second guy I've met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail.

He would be like that for the rest of his life and that is what his life was. You would never know how he got that way because even if he told you it would not be the truth. At the very best a distorted memory of the truth as he knew it. There is a sad man like that in every quiet bar in the world.

Tiré el diario a un rincón y encendí la TV. Después de la nauseabunda página de sociales, hasta los luchadores que aparecían en la pantalla parecían buenos. Lo cual probablemente era cierto. Sobre todo por la página de sociales.

the same broken promise of a life of ease. I

its light. I got into my car and drove off down the hill. What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.

Immortality, power, dominance, all are illusions. Don't you see? We are simply pawns in a game beyond our understanding.' Pug

Life is what happens, Magnus, no matter what you expect or want.

We saw what we saw. Whether it was a place or a vision in our mind, it doesn't matter. We must act upon what we experienced, so to that end, yes, it was real.' 'Now?

People most often don't see what is right before them.

Then the universe rocks. The very fabric of reality is rent.

Come you near or go you far, light from candle or flick'ring star? See what you will, or so you think, but is water sweet before you drink? Who can know of truth and lies? When can a man believe his eyes? Suspect what's known to mortal senses, for our nature vaults all mystic fences, that stand between that which is and seems, and back we are to truth ... or dreams.

There is no magic, only tricks.

All of reality as we know it is but an illusion, a dream of some agency we can barely comprehend.

It's tempting to think of yourself as powerful when those around you are far less so, but compared to the simple fact of existence, to the power of life and how it hangs on, we are nothing.

He could not challenge him on that and besides, what he said was truth, which at this moment was dangerous.

Les gens, continue Lalix, ils se croient des petites merveilles, tout ce qu'ils font, tout ce qu'ils sont. Ils s'attribuent une importance... Alors, s'il fallait, par-dessus, encaisser le récit de leurs rêves, on n'en finirait plus.

It is easy to time-travel, the physicist says—we do it every day. Travelling backward is the problem.

Einstein's and Gödel's metaconvictions were addressed to the question of whether their respective fields are descriptions of an objective reality—existing independent of our thinking of it—or, rather, are subjective human projections, socially shared intellectual constructs.

Reality is infinite and we are finite and so there is a necessary mismatch between our knowledge of the world and the world itself.

Paraphrasing Plato's Republic: Only people who have allowed themselves to be reformed by reality have it in themselves to reform their polis for the better.

And what is it, according to Plato, that philosophy is supposed to do? Nothing less than to render violence to our sense of ourselves and our world, our sense of ourselves in the world.

Since physics is poetry, then poetry is physics, he propounded.