Quotes About Reality

Los libros de cirugía plástica, los panfletos y los folletos prometían ayudarme a llevar una vida normal, una vida feliz; pero esto se parecía cada vez más a lo que me han enseñado a querer. A lo que quiere todo el mundo.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time

Everything you remember is wrong.

What's up with you? How come you're being like this?' Because it's the truth. This is the world we live in.

Rant Casey on DRVR Radio Graphic Traffic: . . . What if reality is nothing but some disease?

No matter what world you create you're always dealing with your own shit. Same shit, different mask.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived, he says, his face outlined against the stars in the driver's window, and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables. The drop of his forehead, his brow, the slope of his nose, his eyelashes and the curve of his eyes, the plastic profile of his mouth, talking, these are all outlined in black against the stars.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we are just learning this fact. [...] So don't fuck with us.

z?u dac? dobitocul ?sta mic nu merita o scatoalc?. De fapt, merita tot ce i s-a întîmplat. Pentru c? s-a am?git s? cread? c? viitorul îi va aduce numai lucruri bune. Cu condiÅ£ia s? munceÅŸti din greu. S? înveÅ£i din greu. S? alergi din greu. Åži-atunci toate îÅ£i vor merge strun?, iar viaÅ£a ta va avea un sens.

Pero si la realidad no es más que un conjuro, y no quieres realmente lo que crees que quieres... —Acerca su cara a mi cara y dice—: Si no tienes libre albedrío. No sabes qué sabes en realidad. Realmente no amas a quien solamente crees que amas. ¿Qué razones te quedan para vivir?

Okay, the way I figure it, you're just the subject of an experiment and the whole world you know is just an artificial construct populated by actors who play the roles of everybody in your life, and the weather is just special effects and the sky is painted blue and the landscape everywhere is just a set. Is that it?

This really happens. It sounds trite, but only because words make everything true sound trite. Because words always screw up what you're trying to say.

The dreaming world, they'd think we were crazy. Those people still in bed, they'd be asleep another hour, then washing their faces, under their arms, and between their legs, before going to the same work they did every day. Living that same life, every day.

No somos especiales. Tampoco somos escoria o basura. Simplemente, somos. Somos y ya está, y lo que pasa, simplemente pasa.

Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

KilitlenmemiÅŸ kap?lar?n ard?nda oturan bu insanlar, daha büyük bir evin, sorunlar? çözmeyeceÄŸini çok iyi bilirler.. Daha iyi bir eÅŸ, daha çok para ve daha gergin bir cildin de. Sahip olaca??n her ÅŸey; bir gün kaybedeceÄŸin ÅŸeylerden yaln?zca biridir..

A veces te despiertas y tienes que preguntarte dónde estás.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact, Tyler said. So don't fuck with us.

did you really mean it?

Es lo que ocurre en los casos de insomnio. Todo es muy lejano: la copia de la copia de una copia. No puedes tocar nada y nada puede tocarte. El insomnio te distancia de todo.

Tu non sei un delicato e irripetibile fiocco di neve. Tu sei la stessa materia organica deperibile di chiunque altro e noi tutti siamo parte dello stesso cumulo in decomposizione.

Somos y ya está, y lo que pasa, simplemente pasa.