Quotes About Reality

The world is full of whiners. But the fact is, nothing comes with a guarantee. They say as soon as you're born, you're dying, and everything in between is a struggle just to stay sane. And once you're out here in the wide-open world... you're on your own.

Basically, there is nothing new in the behavior of monsters, for the monster himself is nothing more than an invention of his victims.

If one clung too closely to reality, the result might well be far from realistic.

The world itself, like the mask, began to seem difficult to believe in, and I was stricken with an unutterable sense of loneliness.

Rather than run aimlessly away, it would be best, I suppose, to face the situation squarely and get used to it once and for all.

What we mean when we say terrible conditions is conditions which we are aware of as being terrible.

Lo que tú necesitas no soy yo: seguro que es un espejo. Pues cualquier otro que no seas tú no pasa de ser, para ti, más que un espejo en donde reflejarte. Yo, desde luego, no tengo el propósito de volver a un desierto de espejos como ese

The essential thing is the truth, not arguments or complaints.

The reason men somehow go on living, enduring the gaze of others, is that they bargain on the hallucinations and inexactitude of human eyes.

Tal vez correspondiera decir que, más que perder la pasión, la habían congelado de tanto idealizarla.

Nu poÅ£i tr?i f?r? repetiÅ£ie, f?r? b?taia inimii, dar era adev?rat c? b?t?ile inimii nu însemnau totul în via??.

Nisipul... Lucrurile care aveau form? p?reau goale de orice conÅ£inut cînd erau puse al?turi de nisip. Singurul factor sigur era miÅŸcarea lui. Nisipul era antiteza formei.

Singur?tatea era o sete nesatisf?cut? de iluzii.

Nici o ÅŸtire interesant?. Totul era un turn de iluzii, din c?r?mizi iluzorii ÅŸi g?unoase. Dac? viaÅ£a ar fi alc?tuit? numai din lucruri importante, ar fi ca o cas? periculoas? de sticl?, greu de manuit. Dar viaÅ£a de toate zilele era întocmai ca titlurile din ziare. Cunoscand lipsa de însemn?tate a existenÅ£ei, toat? lumea aÅŸaz? centrul compasului în propria-i cas?.

Then, suddenly, as if the floor of time had slipped away...

The pleasure of deceiving would fade to a shadow before the anxiety of being deceived.

Perhaps it would be better to say that, rather than losing their passion, they had frozen it by over-idealizing it.

If the convention of the face were empty, perhaps a disguise too was just as empty.

For it is not true that one has the right to be loved by the person one loves, as the poets say.

Surely the mask and tattooing have a surprising element in common: they both seek to bring about a transformation by obliterating the real skin. But of course, there were points of difference too. Fundamentally the mask was something removable, but tattooing was assimilated and incorporated into the skin. The mask, moreover, furnished an evasion of reality, but tattooing, of course, was an effort to make oneself obvious and showy.

Life wouldn't be easier or not easier. Aren't both generalizations logically impossible? Since there's no correlation, there can be no comparison.

To the left of the rubber boots in the front lie the corpse of the mask and the button. I leave it all up to you. I shall have returned home a step ahead of you. I pray with all my heart that you will come back with your usual expression, as if nothing has happened.…

just as, in the dark, one sees only darkness whether one keeps his eyes open or shut, looks right or left.

The former were trompe l'œil doors painted on a wall, but the mask was like a door ajar, through which the fragrance of sunlight is wafted in.