Quotes About Reality

All this happened, more or less.

Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.

Here's what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey.

During my three years in Vietnam, I certainly heard plenty of last words by dying American footsoldiers. Not one of them, however, had illusions that he had somehow accomplished something worthwhile in the process of making the Supreme Sacrifice.

All persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental, and should not be construed.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.

All Faith is false, all Faith is true: Truth is the shattered mirror strown In myriad bits; while each believes His little bit the whole to own.

A world without you is unknown to me. I don't even know if it exists.

Khi chào t? bi?t gi?c m? h?nh phúc ?? tr? v? v?i hi?n th?c ph? phàng, ? gi?a là m?t v?c th?m khôn cùng, n?u không trào n??c m?t thì ch?ng có cách nào v??t qua ???c.

Ojalá el sueño fuera realidad y la realidad fuese un sueño!», pienso. Pero es imposible. Por eso, al despertarme, siempre estoy llorando. No es porque esté triste. Es que, cuando regreso a la realidad desde un sueño feliz, me topo con una fisura que me es imposible franquear sin verter lágrimas. Y eso, por más veces que me ocurra, siempre es así.

A veces, ni yo mismo sé si algo es real o si lo he soñado. Si en el pasado eso ha ocurrido de verdad o no. Me pasa incluso con personas a las que conocía muy bien. Cuando hace muchos años que han muerto, acaba dándome la sensación de que jamás han estado en este mundo.

The focus on the present reality of heaven and hell does not, in some way, raise the question of their existence. Far from it. The present realities of love and hate are proof that heaven and hell are real—so real, in fact, that their ways of life bleed into ours.

I wished the dream were real, and this reality a dream. But that wasn't the case. And that was why, whenever I woke up, I'd be crying. It wasn't because I was sad. When you return from a happy dream to sad reality, there's a chasm you have to step across, and you can't cross it without shedding tears. It doesn't matter how many times you do it.

People frequently claim to be going insane. But I've never heard somebody say they were going sane. Perhaps its because sanity isn't a desirable destination.

People frequently claim to be going insane. But I've never heard somebody say they were going sane. Perhaps it's because sanity isn't a desirable destination.

No, I'm telling you that you're the only thing on this earth that has made me feel connected to what's here. When I'm with you, I know what's real. I can feel it, touch it. When I'm with you, I'm something more than . . . other. When I'm not with you, my head's in the stars.

We lost the knowledge of God," he went on to say, "at the moment when we transformed the Ecclesia from experience into theology, from a living reality into moralistic principles, good values, and high ideals. When that happened," Father Maximos said humorously, "we became like tin cans with nothing inside.

Well, as long as we do not know God experientially then we should at least realize that we are simply ideological believers," Father Maximos replied dryly. "The ideal and ultimate form of true faith means having direct experience of God as a living reality." I

Miracles are in reality extraordinary interventions by God who on special occasions suspends the laws of nature. But the extraordinary is not the law.

it's precisely the infinite that casts light upon how the brain thinks, and how clever it is in showing us something that seems real when it's merely an abstraction, namely that brain introduced or employed to great effect those methods of distortion, that dislocation

Cele doua ceasuri arata, concomitent, doua forme diferite de timp, desi pe ambele destul de inexact. Al nostru intarzie peste masura, iar cel de acolo de afara... nu masoara timpul, ci eternitatea aservirii, iar cu treaba asta avem de-a face cat are de-a face creanga cu ploaia: suntem neputinciosi.

I close my eyes, hoping to slip into the same dream again, but then that never happens, does it?

The man who has not lived in the secrecy and intelligence environment—really lived in it and fully experienced it—cannot write accurately about it. There is no substitute for the day to day living of a life in which he tells his best friends and acquaintances, his family and his everyday contacts one story while he lives another.

Hope is not a dream but a way of making dreams become reality.