Quotes About Reality

If Buddhists think evil is unreal they must be mad! Thinking evil is unreal is holding hands with evil under the table!

Love can end. That's just one of the horrors of human life.

Willy seemed like an inhabitant of some other dimension who could only tenuously communicate with the ordinary world. This would have troubled her less if she had not imagined his other dimension as a place of horror.

I tried to think these thoughts but they remained intolerably abstract, while a pain in my body told me what was real.

There's a kind of reality, a kind of truth.

Perhaps 'love' had always been for me an ignis fatuus.

When I am told that a person is happy,' said Nick, 'I know that he is not. Of really happy people this is never said.

The dread enactment of the dream had turned into a waking horror.

By the time she wrote The Sovereignty of Good in 1970 her criticism had become stringent: 'we are not isolated free choosers, monarchs of all we survey, but benighted creatures sunk in a reality whose nature we are constantly and overwhelmingly tempted to deform by fantasy'.

There are false suns, easier to gaze upon and far more comforting than the true one.

How could he assess her like this because of something which had happened in the past? The past was never real for Dora. The notion that Paul might keep her past alive to torment her with, now occurred to her for the first time.

The painter copies this bed from one point of view. He is thus at three removes from reality. He does not understand the bed, he does not measure it, he could not make it.

time. Some of my friends think that Finn is cracked, but

The apparent scene is slowly falling to pieces revealing the reality behind.

Everyone says how wonderful it is to be young. I've never seen it.

It was odd, the life one lived in other people's dreams.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

We are not isolated free choosers, monarchs of all we survey, but benighted creatures sunk in a reality whose nature we are constantly and overwhelmingly tempted to deform by fantasy.

Art is a vain and hollow show, a toy of gross illusions, unless it points beyond itself and moves ever whither it points.

Blaise has always lived in a dream world. We all live in dream worlds, said Monty.

His peace depends on seeing me as unattainable, as an angel. It will hurt terribly when it turns out that I am only a woman after all.

Life is horrible, horrible, horrible, said the philosopher.

There's only one thing the matter and that's everything.

Schopenhauer was right: Life has to be about disillusionment stumbling inexorably towards the totally fucked.