Quotes About Reality

One misunderstanding casts us into the world of misunderstanding, which we must put up with as a world composed solely of misunderstandings and which we depart from with a single great misunderstanding, for death is the greatest misunderstanding of all.

Istinski i u stvarnosti na svijetu još samo postoje glumci koji se igraju rada, nema radnika. Sve se glumi, ništa se više zbiljski ne ?ini.

Whereas we're not even capable of living, not even capable of existing, for we don't exist, we get existed.

Bir insana ne kadar uzunca bir süre bakarsak o kadar sakatlanm?? olduÄŸunu kavrayamayaca??m?z kadar sakatlanm??t?r, iÅŸin asl? budur. Dünya sakatlarla doludur. SokaÄŸa ç?kar?z ve yaln?z sakatlar? görürüz.

All our lives we run away from amateurishness and it always catches up with us, I thought, we want nothing with greater passion than to escape our lifelong amateurishness and it always catches up with us.

we all live at least three different lives, a real one, an imaginary one, and one we are not even aware of ...

Was die Schriftsteller schreiben ist ja nichts gegen die Wirklichkeit jaja sie schreiben ja daß alles fürchterlich ist daß alles verdorben und verkommen ist daß alles katastrophal ist und daß alles ausweglos ist aber alles das sie schreiben ist nichts gegen die Wirklichkeit die Wirklichkeit ist so schlimm, daß sie nicht beschrieben werden kann noch kein Schriftsteller hat die Wirklichkeit so beschrieben wie sie wirklich ist das ist das Fürchterliche

Wir leben doch immer in der falschen Zeit hat er gesagt wir wollen alle nur in der Vergangenheit leben die haben wir uns so schön eingerichtet die Vergangenheit wie wir wollen kein Mensch will die Zukunft

Sav život provedemo u tome da sebe pojmimo i to nam ne uspijeva, pa kako onda povjerovati da možemo pojmiti nešto što najzad nismo mi.

Everything is what it is, that's all. If we keep attaching meanings and mysteries to everything we perceive, everything we see that is, and to everything that goes on inside us, we are bound to go crazy sooner or later, I thought.

we accept fictions as fictions, as things that might be true in their world, if not quite in ours.

A novel is a made-up work about made-up people in a made-up place, all of which is very real.

Thomas C. Foster

Going After Cacciato

Literature has its own logic; it is not life. Not only that, but (and this is key): characters are not people... and we forget that at our peril.

I who have copied down this story, or more accurately fantasy, do not credit the details of the story, or fantasy. Some things in it are devilish lies, and some are poetical figments; some seem possible and others not; some are for the enjoyment of idiots.

Uncertainty's tomorrow's only truth.

There is within this worldview a terrifying personal implication: that I myself have no fixed identity but am, like the rest of reality, essentially fluid—essentially inessential.

It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.

We tend to resolve our perplexity arising out of the experience that other people see the world differently than we see it ourselves by declaring that these others, in consequence of some basic intellectual and moral defect, are unable to see things "as they really are" and to react to them "in a normal way." We thus imply, of course, that things are in fact as we see them, and that our ways are the normal ways. (Ichheiser, 1949, p. 39)

So that, whatever the stars were made for, they were not made to please our eyes. It is just the same in everything; nothing is made for man.

Compared to the dullest human being actually walking about on the face of the earth and casting his shadow there, the most brilliantly drawn character in a novel is but a bag of bones.

you dear, sweet, tantalizing phantom--hardly flesh at all; so that when I put my arms round you I almost expect them to pass through you as through air!

What at night had been perfect and ideal was by day the more or less defective real.