Quotes About Reality

L'amore fa il resto. Quello che a volte illude ma che non si compra e non si vende. Mai.

Dok je išla dalje, shvatila je da je njezin problem isti kao problem svih osoba što se giblju tom ulicom i tim gradom i tim svijetom, s predmnijevanjem da žive i sa sigurnoš?u da umiru. Na žalost ne postoji nijedan alternativni svijet i nitko od njih, koliko god se zavaravao da ga produžuje što je mogu?e više, zapravo nema dovoljno vremena.

I believe that nothing can be more abstract, more unreal, than what we actually see.

It is greater vanity to pursue things more for their reputation than for what they really are, but these kinds of men can be found in any age, men who pay more attention to appearances than realities

dumheden hos disse mænd og den endnu større dumhed hos dem, der tror, at de er stærkere end naturen, og med eventyrlige argumenter bilder sig selv ind, at de formår, hvad de ikke formår, og ønsker at få andre til at handle ligesom dem selv, selvom det strider imod deres natur.

Every dog in their home feels like a lion, until a real lion walks in." Giovanni Gambino

Entonces Don Quijote comprendió de qué clase de paño estaban hechas las mujeres, sin excluir las que parecen angelicales, y cobró odio hasta contra la poesía que tan poca ayuda le había prestado

Quem imagina que vive porque enche e esvazia o ventre, porque fala e corre, porque gera filhos e escava fossos ilude-se e está morto - um daqueles mortos aos quais é permitido sepultar os seus mortos. Vivemos sem medo, no meio de uma multidão de cadáveres que andam, sorriem e serão sepultados sem terem jamais vivido.

Lo que indefinida y vertiginosamente cambia no tiene consistencia ni realidad, es tránsito perpetuo, y no sustancia.

I am because someone dreams me; a man who sleeps and dreams and sees me acting, living and moving – and who is dreaming at this moment as I am speaking to you. When he dreams, I awake to life; when he awakes, my existence vanishes. I am a whim of his inspiration, a creation of his mind, a visitor in his nightly fantasies.

Hemos llegado a ser demasiado normativos e incluso demasiado emotivos. Demasiado normativos no sólo en el sentido de que el 'deber ser' suplanta demasiado al ser, al mundo como es; sino también en el sentido de que perseguimos objetivos sin instrumentos, sin saber "cómo" . Y demasiado emotivos en el sentido de que el sentir trastorna la 'ratio' .

La realtà può permettersi ogni stranezza: la fantasia no.

If you are strong enough as a couple, reality shows can be a good thing for the relationship.

Evil is relative…You can't hang a sign on it. You can't touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.

There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

and the thing that you know to be true is the lie that will kill you.

Only meaning can make a difference and we all know there's no meaning. All stories express a desire for meaning, not meaning itself. Therefore any difference knowing the story makes is a delusion.

Thus she's discovered the Conradian truth: The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it...You do what you do because it's that or death.

Show us the world's not the way we thought it was and part of us rejoices.

It's just what you're stuck with, the lousy furniture you can't change. The educated me knows hell's nothing, a fiction I happened to inherit. The other me knows I'm going there. There must be a dozen mes these days, taking turns looking the other way." "It's the postmodern solution," I said. "Controlled multiple personality disorder. Pick a fiction and allocate it an aspect of yourself.

Telling the truth is a beautiful act even if the truth itself is ugly

Simultaneously (in the inner voice of a female American cultural studies professor): Only meaning can make a difference and we all know there's no meaning. All stories express a desire for meaning, not meaning itself. Therefore any difference knowing the story makes is a delusion.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

The truth doesn't care what anyone wants. The truth is innocent. You can't blame the truth.