Quotes About Reality

I don't see her anymore. We don't even go through the motions. Ozren had been right about one thing: some stories just don't have happy endings.

How often it is that an idea that seems bright bossed and gleaming in its clarity when examined in a church, or argued over with a friend in a frosty garden, becomes clouded and murk-stained when dragged out into the field of actual endeavor.

As I was going up the stair I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish, I wish, he'd stay away.

The task of the real intellectual consists of analyzing illusions in order to discover their causes.

An illusion which makes me happy is worth a verity which drags me to the ground.

Winston Churchill is always expecting rabbits to come out of an empty hat.

Every real object must cease to be what it seemed and none could ever be what the whole soul desired.

It is dangerous to let the public behind the scenes. They are easily disillusioned and then they are angry with you, for it was the illusion they loved.

It was a year when Frankie thought about the world. And she did not see it as a round school globe, with the countries neat and different-coloured. She thought of the world as huge and cracked and loose and turning a thousand miles an hour.

You can't get blood out of a turnip.

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true.

Intuition ... appears to be the extrasensory perception of reality.

The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.

Some other faculty than the intellect is necessary for the apprehension of reality.

The intellect is always fooled by the heart.

All that men really understand is confined to a very small compass; to their daily affairs and experience; to what they have an opportunity to know; and motives to study or practise. The rest is affectation and imposture.

Truth is the safest lie.

We live in what is, but we find 1,000 ways not to face it. Great theatre strengthens our faculty to face it.

If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another, and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

We are never so happy nor so unhappy as we imagine.

The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.

Forgetfulness transforms every occurrence into a non-occurrence.

What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.

I hope I look as good as my mother does when I reach the age she says she isn't.