Quotes About Reality

Oh! how immaterial are all materials! What things real are there, but imponderable thoughts?

La felicidad busca la luz, por eso nos parece que el mundo es alegre; pero el sufrimiento se esconde, por eso nos parece que no existe.

Ay! La felicidad busca la luz y por eso creemos que el mundo es alegre. Sin embargo, el sufrimiento se oculta en la distancia, y por eso pensamos que el sufrimiento no existe.

Mutluluk ???kla cilveleÅŸir, biz de dünyan?n neÅŸe dolu olduÄŸunu düÅŸünürüz. Oysa ?zd?rap uzaklarda saklan?r, bizde ?zd?rap yok san?r?z.

Bence gölgem olduÄŸu söylenen ÅŸey benim esas varl???m. Bence manevi ÅŸeylere bak???m?z denizin içinden güneÅŸe bakan ve üzerlerindeki kal?n su tabakas?n?n yaln?zca bir hava tabakas? olduÄŸunu düÅŸünen istiridyeler gibi.

All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event—in the living act, the undoubted deed—there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask. If man will strike, strike through the mask!

The will not to believe. It is simple human nature. When the mind cannot grasp or face up to a horrible fact it turns away, as though refusing credence will conjure away the reality.

Rothmore rasped, Do you think an IQ is something real, like a nose? It's a ...number dreamed up by...psychologists, and all it proves is that farmers aren't as smart as psychologists. If the farmers had enough time to wast to make up an IQ system, the psychologists would all come out morons and the farmers geniuses.

Çünkü asl?nda hiçbir ÅŸey gelmiyordu ÅŸairin elinden, hiçbir kötülüÄŸün ortadan kald?r?lmas?na yard?mc? olam?yordu; yaln?zca dünyay? ihtiÅŸama boÄŸup yücelttiÄŸinde kulak veriliyordu ona, yoksa olduÄŸu haliyle anlatt???nda deÄŸil. Sadece yalan, ünün ta kendisiydi, yoksa bilgi deÄŸil

ESCH (sumido en sus pensamientos): En sueños, la verdad camina siempre con muletas... (Da un golpe sobre la mesa.) El mundo entero camina con muletas... Un aborto que cojea.

The imagination is always more horrible than the truth.

Upon being asked by a Reader whether the verses contained in this book were true.   And is it True? It is not True. And if it were it wouldn't do, For people such as me and you Who pretty nearly all day long Are doing something rather wrong. Because if things were really so, You would have perished long ago, And I would not have lived to write The noble lines that meet your sight, Nor B. T. B. survived to draw The nicest things you ever saw. H. B.

The reason the Dead do not return nowadays is the boredom of it.

Some of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.

It's kinda cool to think about you as a real person, instead of some fetus ghost.

Like humidity, the truth thickens all air.

It has been an easy, and a popular expedient of late years, to deny the personal or real existence of men and things whose life and condition were too much for our belief.

There was a world ... or was it all a dream?

abstractions may be indispensable. But they don't accurately reflect reality.

Terrified humans by the score allow unprovable concepts to take up residence in their skulls.

You don't have to feed the lie if you don't want it to. If you make it credible it will become that, but only in your mind and only as disproportionate as you've decided it is. Truth has a way of being more persistent and if the two ever meet, truth will win.

Non- Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension. (Dreams In The Witch-House)

Tis the land of Fancy, and is of that pleasant kind that, when you tire of it,—whisk!—you clap the leaves of this book together and 'tis gone, and you are ready for every-day life, with no harm done.

Often, to be free means the ability to deal with the realities of one's own situation so as not to be overcome by them.