Quotes About Reality

EM Forster never gets any further than warming the tea pot... Is it not beautifully warm? Yes, but there ain't going to be no tea.

Query: Why am I so bitter against Life? And why do I see her as a rag-picker on the American cinema, shuffling along wrapped in a filthy shawl with her old claws crooked over a stick? Answer: The direct result of the American cinema acting upon a weak mind.

Alice was a mild creature in reality, but she had the most marvellous retorts ready for questions that she knew would never be put to her. The composing of them and the turning of them over and over in her mind comforted her just as much as if they'd been expressed.

Reality checks" are an extremely important tool for people who struggle with dysfunctional family dynamics.

What all of this means for people who've grown up in dysfunctional families or traumatic or abusive situations is that the world they live in—the reality they inhabit—is very different from the world of people who have been cared for, supported, and loved. This is why people who have grown up in supportive, close-knit families often can't understand why those of us who were abused may have such trouble with relationships or with life itself.

The way to change your reality to a more positive one is to reach down inside yourself to that smallest, youngest part of you who lives with one foot in your conscious mind and one in your subconscious, and help that "inner child" understand that the way he or she views the world is based on the family dynamics that were in place early in life, but is not necessarily "reality.

Later, she would wonder if her feelings for a person depended on the way she perceived them. Where do feelings come from? she wondered. From a brief, variable impression? From a shifting point of view that's then replaced by an illusion that you project onto the other person?

Los hombres dicen que el tiempo pasa....el tiempo dice que los hombres mueren

You never know ahead of time what something's really going to be like.

stories are better than fiction, so let's hope for some real-life sequels.

our minds lose their footing when our reality doesn't live up to the way we thought things should go.

feel good when life matches our vision of what we think could and should happen.

Much of the horror of a breakup is the insult to our expectations of how this story was supposed to unfold versus how it actually did.

If it lasts, then it's real. If it doesn't, then it wasn't. Either that, or someone screwed it up really badly.

That you're not missing your former love as much as you're missing the person you thought he or she was.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thought. With our thoughts we make the world. —The Dhammapada

Mom thinks I live in this dream world where everybody's Ivana Trump.

I picked up a small square shortbread biscuit and stared at it, noting the uneven angles, wishing it were a perfect square, but it was, after all, merely a baked good, and baked goods did not ordinarily form perfect squares.

The movement of descent and discovery begins at the moment you consciously become dissatisfied with life. . . . Concealed within this basic unhappiness with life and existence is the embryo of a growing intelligence, a special intelligence, usually buried under the immense weight of social shams. A person who is beginning to sense the suffering of life is, at the same time, beginning to "awaken" to deeper realities, truer realities.4

deeper apprehension of reality and this critical mass becomes the determining factor in the further progression, the further evolution of humanity. In this way, human consciousness participates in or co-creates evolution. It would appear, in this metabiological evolution, that the universe has chosen us to be vehicles of further creation. In the great vision of Teilhard de Chardin, growth in the individual human consciousness is the arena of cosmic evolution.

Truth is nothing but a lie manipulated into art.

Even free spirits had to the face the music sometime.

Maybe the desert wisdom of the Dakotas can teach us to love anyway, to love what is dying, in the face of death, and not pretend that things are other than they are. The irony and wonder of all of this is that it is the desert's grimness, its stillness and isolation, that brings us back to love.

Any life lived attentively is disillusioning as it forces us to know us as we are.