Quotes About Reality

Death didn't shock her, but it appalled her, and she knew it always would: the waste of it, the violence and cruelty of it. But she lived with it too much to be shocked, even by this.

Creepy. If I ever did that, popped a kid out—which I think is probably as pleasant a process as having your eyeballs pierced by burning, poisonous sticks, I'd say, 'Whoopee, let's do this again?' Have you recently suffered head trauma?" "Not to my knowledge." "Could be coming. Any second.

Mavis dated this guy for a while back in the day who looked like one of those garden gnomes. She said he went at it like a rabid mink. Don't trust appearances

Reach down inside yourself, Peabody, and get a grip on reality, however slippery.

That's unbelievably cruel." "Nothing cruel's unbelievable.

Yet we cannot live our daily lives in a realm of pure ideas, cocooned from sense-experience. The question is not, How can we keep the imagination pure, protected from the onslaughts of reality? The question has to be, Can we find a way for the two to coexist?

as to who among us is a ghost and who not I have nothing to say: it is a question we can only stare at in silence, like a bird before a snake, hoping it will not swallow us.

It's that I no longer seem to know where I am. I seem to move around perfectly easily among people, to have perfectly normal relations with them. Is it possible, I ask myself, that all of them are participants in a crime of stupefying proportions? Am I fantasizing it all? I must be mad! Yet every day I see the evidences. The very people I suspect produce the evidence, exhibit it, offer it to me. Corpses. Fragments of corpses they have bought for money.

But two and two do equal four. Unless you give some strange, special meaning to equal. You can count it off for yourself: one two three four. If two and two really equalled three then everything would collapse into chaos. We would be in another universe, with other physical laws. In the existing universe two and two equal four. It is a universal rule, independent of us, not man-made at all. Even if you and I were to cease to be, two and two would go on equalling four.

Besides, who is to say that the feelings he writes in his diary are his true feelings? Who is to say that at each moment while the pen moves he is truly himself? At one moment he might truly be himself, at another he might simply be making things up. How can one know for sure? Why should he even want to know for sure?

Y qué es la verdad sino la manera en que son las cosas?

Does it surprise you as much as it does me, this correspondence between things as they are and the pictures we have of them in our minds?

El dolor es la verdad, todo lo demás está sujeto a duda.

Vergnügen ist Mangelware, aber an Schmerz ist heute überall ranzukommen.

We partake of the ideal but we also make poo.

Creía que la historia de nuestra vida es nuestra para edificarla como deseemos, dentro de las restricciones impuestas por el mundo real e incluso contra ellas

Y deja de pasar así las páginas. ¿Por qué lo manejas con tanta brusquedad? –Porque… Porque si no me doy prisa se abrirá un agujero. –¿Dónde? –Entre las páginas. –Qué tontería. No hay ningún agujero entre las páginas.

It's that I no longer know where I am. I seem to move around perfectly easily among people, to have perfectly normal relations with them. Is it possible, I ask myself, that all of them are participants in a crime of stupefying proportions? Am I fantasizing it all? I must be mad! Yet every day I see the evidences. The very people I suspect produce the evidence, exhibit it, offer it to me. Corpses. Fragments of corpses that they have bought for money.

Esta insatisfacción constante, ese anhelo de algo que echas en falta, es una forma de pensar de la que, en mi opinión, nos hemos librado. No nos falta nada. Lo que tú crees echar en falta es una ilusión. Vives por una ilusión.

Claro que es cierto. No me ayudarán a mejorar de vida, en el sentido material ni en el sentido espiritual. ¿Y quieres saber por qué? Porque no existe esa vida mejor.

Qué es el futuro, al fin y al cabo, más que una estructura de expectativas y esperanzas? Reside en la mente. Carece de realidad.

Entonces, será que lo ha asumido por sí mismo. Por la idea que tiene del mundo, un mundo en el que los hombres no emplean palas para golpear cadáveres y darles una forma más conveniente para su posterior procesamiento

Don Quijote dijo entonces: "Buen hombre, no ves el mundo mismo sino solo las medidas que lo envuelven en un velo. ¡Ay de ti, ciego!".

You're a baby, said Robert. You've been asleep all your life. It's time to wake up. Why do you think they give you charity, you and the children? Because they think you are harmless, your eyes aren't opened, you don't see the truth around you.