Quotes About Reality

Marx Marvelous is going to break the genius machine when he grows up. That's what everyone said. He hasn't, of course.

although the phrase "come back" is misleading because in the realm of meditative daydream the only way to "go there" is, paradoxically, to totally "be here.

It is not a heart: light, heavy, kind or broken; dear, hard, bleeding or transplanted; it is not a heart.

human reality is often simultaneously somber and funny.

Men live by embedding themselves in ongoing systems of illusion. Religion. Patriotism. Economics. Fashion

a free spirit in the oneness of the whole enchilada, seeing the world -- material and immaterial -- for the all-inclusive miracle it is: not a continuous undifferentiated glob of stuff, mind you, but more like a great spiraling web whose interconnected threads are beaded with pulsing blips that as much as anything else resemble notes of music. I'm all too aware of how woo-woo this sounds, but it was as real

All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it is like being ambushed by a grotesque.

A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.

Fantasy flows in where fact leaves a vacuum.

Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

The media. It sounds like a convention of spiritualists.

No, no, no... you've got it all wrong... you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen ---it's not gasps and blood and falling about---that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all ---now you see him, now you don't, that the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back---an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.

How is a juggler you can't hear or see or smell or touch different to no juggler at all?

No tengo lo que quería, eso es verdad, pero quiero lo que tengo.

Tom Stoppard's other work includes: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Jumpers, Travesties, Night and Day, After Magritte, The Real Thing, Enter A Free Man, Hapgood, Arcadia, Indian Ink (a stage adaptation of his own play, In the Native State) and The Invention of Love. Arcadia

Világéletedben olyan közel éltél az igazsághoz, hogy tartósan elhomályosította a látótered, és ha valami történetesen fókuszba pöcköli, már a groteszkség csapdájába esik.

After Magritte often serves as a companion piece to The Real Inspector Hound, which I think is appropriate in at least one way: neither play is about anything grander than itself. A

We live amidst absurdity, so close to it that it escapes our notice.

BAKUNIN:    Left to themselves, people are noble, generous, uncorrupted, they'd create a completely new kind of society if only people weren't so blind, stupid and selfish.

A fact is immovable. That there are those who believe the world is square does not make the world less round.

Si dejaba de mirarla no sólo ella quedaría fuera del orden de las cosas, sino también lo que estaba alrededor y a lo mejor él mismo.

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves.