Quotes About Reality

I never dwelt on the dark farcical furious real life of this roaring working world, wow.

Se non scrivo quello che vedo effettivamente accadere su questo globo infelice racchiuso nei contorni del mio teschio penserò che il povero Dio mi abbia mandato sulla terra per niente.

My eyes were glued on life, and they were full of tears.

When you feel depressed and you wanta go here, wanta go there, remember Mind Essence; the world, like dreams, will never come true. Operate on Intuition, Rest and Be Happy. It's all in your head what happens so you might as well think happiness.

How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?

history becomes fiction in the…act of being written down

The world was upsidedown hanging in an ocean of endless space and here were all these people sitting in theatres watching movies

When it is recognized that there is nothing beyond what is seen of the mind itself, the discrimination of being and non-being ceases and, as there is thus no external world as the object of perception, nothing remains but the solitude of Reality.

Nothing's alive for the universe is a dream already ended.

the point being that we know what IT is and we know TIME and we know that everything is really FINE...

I took two-hour naps every afternoon, waking up and realizing none of this ever happened as I looked around my mountaintop. The world was upsidedown hanging in an ocean of endless space and here were all these people sitting in theaters watching movies, down there in the world to which I would return. . . .

Everyone looked like a broken-down movie extra, a withered starlet; disenchanted stunt-men, midget auto-racers, poignant California characters with their end-of-the-continent sadness, handsome, decadent, Casanova-ish men, puffy-eyed motel blondes, hustlers, pimps, whores, masseurs, bellhops-- a lemon lot, and how's a man going to make a living with a gang like that?

Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, or actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road.

What difference does it make after all? For what's heaven? What's Earth? All in the mind.

All these people," said Japhy, "they all got white-tiled toilets and take big dirty craps like bears in the mountains, but it's all washed away to convenient supervised sewers and nobody thinks of crap any more or realizes that their origin is shit and civet and scum of the sea. They spend all day washing their hands with creamy soaps they secretly wanta eat in the bathroom." He had a million ideas, he had 'em all.

Life was life no matter where one lived

I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. It's all the same thing, I heard my voice say in the void that's highly embraceable during sleep.

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road. All of it inside endless and beginningless emptiness. Pitiful forms of ignorance.

Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, or actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road. All of it inside endless and begin ningless emptiness. Pitiful forms of ignorance.

Non è forse vero che si comincia a vivere da bambini innocenti che credono a tutto quello che succede sotto il tetto paterno? Poi arriva il giorno dei Laodicei, quando si capisce di essere sfiniti e infelici e poveri e ciechi e nudi, e con facce da spettri orridi e dolenti ci si incammina rabbrividendo lungo il sentiero da incubo della vita.

Non è forse vero che si comincia la vita come un dolce fanciullo che crede in tutto ciò che sta sotto il tetto paterno ? Poi viene il giorno dei Laodicei, quando si sa che si è distrutti e miserabili e poveri e ciechi e nudi, e con l'aspetto di uno spettro repellente e oppresso ci si incammina tremando attraverso una vita piena d'incubi.

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life. I stumbled haggardly out of the station; I had no more control.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

Everything's alright, form is emptiness and emptiness is form, and we're here forever, in one form or another, which is empty. Everything's alright, we're not here, there, or anywhere.