Quotes About Reality

realidade (uma das poucas palavras que só fazem sentido entre aspas)

I am quite willing to admit that they are also a deception but right now I believe in them so much that I infect them with truth.

For I do not exist: there exist but thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita. She would be thirteen on January 1. In two years or so she would cease being a nymphet and would turn into a "young girl," and then, into a "college girl"—that horror of horrors.

But they are practically brother and sister, ejaculated Marina, thinking as many stupid people do that practically works both ways - reducing the truth of a statement and making a truism sound like the truth.

I put a gentle hand to my chest as I surveyed the situation. The turquoise blue swimming pool some distance behind the lawn was no longer behind that lawn, but within my thorax, and my organs swam in it like excrements in the blue sea water in Nice.

I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip.

We live in a stocking which is in the process of being turned inside out, without our ever knowing for sure to what phase of the process our moment of consciousness corresponds.

Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature's reality - the deception was bearable.

All one could do was to glimpse, amid the haze and the chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.

Average reality begins to rot and stink as soon as the act of individual creation ceases to animate a subjectively perceived texture.

Look at the harlequins! [...] All around you. Trees are harlequins, words are harlequins. So are situations and sums. Put two things together—jokes, images—and you get a triple harlequin. Come on! Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!

What (Ada asks) are eyes anyway? Two holes in the mask of life. What (she asks) would they mean to a creature from another corpuscle or milk bubble whose organ of sight was (say) an internal parasite resembling the written word deified? What, indeed, would a pair of beautiful (human, lemurian, owlish) eyes mean to anybody if found lying on the seat of a taxi?

Az ember úgy érzi… Úgy érzi… – mondta –, hogy csupán valami szerepet játszik, és elfelejtette a következÅ' mondatait.

Mik az álmok? Jelenetek, triviális vagy tragikus, mozgó vagy statikus, fantasztikus vagy közönséges jelenetek véletlenszer? sorozatai, melyekben többé vagy kevésbé valószer? eseményeket habarcsolnak össze holmi groteszk részletek és holtak jelennek meg bennük új díszletek között.

The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

if one were quite sincere with oneself, no conscience, and hence no consciousness, could be expected to subsist in a world where such things as Mira's death were possible.

But even during this sleep—still, still—his real life showed through too much.

All dreams are anagrams of diurnal reality.

Religion is boring and alien to me and relates no more than a chimera to what is to me the reality of the spirit.

Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature's reality, the deception was bearable. Unbearable pain began when chance entered the fray and deprived me of the smile meant for me.

Hayal et beni; sen hayal etmezsen var olamam ben; içimde, kendi günah?m?n orman?nda titreyen ceylan? sezinlemeye çal??; hatta biraz da gülümseyelim. Ne de olsa, gülümsemekten bir zarar gelmez.

Nemcsak a gondolatok, hanem egyszersmint a dolgok világában is élünk. A szavak tapasztalat nélkül értelmetlenek.

For I do not exist: There exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.