Quotes About Reality

No empezamos a codiciar cosas imaginarias. La codicia es un pecado muy real: se empieza a codiciar cosas tangibles, se empieza con lo que se ve todos los días...

In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night-light; she knew that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering "Is this all?

Sanity and apparent rationality are not the same, comrade.

My business is to teach my aspirations to confirm themselves to facts, not to try and make facts harmonize with my aspirations.

I often observe the absurdity of dreams, but never dream of the absurdity of my waking thoughts.

IMAGINATION therefore is nothing but decaying sense; and is found in men, and many other living Creatures, as well sleeping, as waking.

God give me strength to face a fact though it slay me.

It is easier to purchase products that denote superiority than to actually be superior in economic achievement.

Those who expect to be both ignorant and free, expect what never was and never will be.

We are afraid of the known and afraid of the unknown. That is our daily life and in that there is no hope, and therefore every form of philosophy, every form of theological concept, is merely an escape from the actual reality of what is. All outward forms of change brought about by wars, revolutions, reformations, laws and ideologies have failed completely to change the basic nature of man and therefore of society.

You talk like a Rosicrucian, who will love nothing but a sylph, who does not believe in the existence of a sylph, and who yet quarrels with the whole universe for not containing a sylph.

The little hand on time's clock trips away as though measuring seconds; but God knows how much time it is covering when it whisks round heedless of the divisions it passes over! So much is certain, that we have been up here for years. Our brains reel, surely this is an evil dream, though dreamed with nor hashish nor opium; a censor of morals would rebuke us for it.

The average man thinks that a little falseness goes with beauty.

So long as we are, death is not; and when death is present, we are not. In other words, between death and us there is no rapport; it is something with which we have nothing to do - and only incidentally the world and nature.

But the beginning and the end, birth and death, we do not experience; they have no subjective character, they fall entirely n the category of objective events, and that's that.

Le temps n'a aucune réalité. Lorsqu'il vous paraît long, il est long, et lorsqu'il vous paraît court, il est court, mais de quelle longueur ou de quelle brièveté, c'est ce que personne ne sait.

?ovjek je mjera svih stvari, rekao je još. Neotu?ivo je njegovo pravo prosu?ivati o tome što je dobro a što zlo, što je istina a što opsjena, i jao si ga onome tko se usudi da ga zavede i da mu pokoleba vjeru u to njegovo stvarala?ko pravo!

Mais ce qu'il éprouvait, ce qu'il comprenait, et ce dont il jouissait par-dessus tout, [...] c'était l'idéalité triomphante de la musique, de l'art, du cÅ"ur humain, la haute et irréfutable sublimation qu'ils faisaient subir à la vulgaire laideur de la réalité.

For when you come to think of it, which is the real shape of the glowworm: the insignificant little creature crawling about on the palm of you hand, or the poetic spark that swims through the summer night?

For when you come to think of it, which is the real shape of the glowworm: the insignificant little creature crawling about on the palm of your hand, or the poetic spark that swims through the summer night?

În realitate, timpul nu are desp?rÈ›ituri, la începutul unei luni sau al unui nou an nu exist? nici tunete, nici furtuni, nici sunete de trâmbiÈ›e, È™i chiar È™i în zorii unui secol numai oamenii sunt cei care trag cu puÈ™ca È™i sun? din clopot.

We have the choice of two identities: the external mask which seems to be real...and the hidden, inner person who seems to us to be nothing, but who can give himself eternally to the truth in whom he subsists. (295)

We thank Him less by words than by the serene happiness of silent acceptance. It is our emptiness in the presence of His reality, our silence in the presence of His infinitely rich silence, our joy in the bosom of the serene darkness in which His light holds us absorbed, it is all this that praises Him.

A purely mental life may be destructive if it leads us to substitute thought for life and ideas for actions. The activity proper to man is purely mental because man is not just a disembodied mind. Our destiny is to live out what we think, because unless we live what we know, we do not even know it. It is only by making our knowledge part of ourselves, through action, that we enter into the reality that is signified by our concepts.