Quotes About Reality

A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail.

His soul had loved to muse in secret on this desire. He had seen himself, a young and silent-mannered priest, entering a confessional swiftly, ascending the altarsteps, incensing, genuflecting, accomplishing the vague acts of the priesthood which pleased him by reason of their semblance of reality and of their distance from it.

Ineluctable modality of the visible...

Then, in that case, all the rest, all that I thought I thought and all that I felt I felt, all the rest before me now, in fact... O, give it up old chap! Sleep it off!

L'amor matris, genitivo, soggettivo e accusativo, è probabilmente l'unica cosa vera della vita. La paternità può essere una finzione legale.

Another life! A life of grace and virtue and happiness! It was true. It was not a dream from which he would wake. The past was past.

P.C. Robort)

he wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld

He turned back the way he had come, the rhythm of the engine pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what memory told him. He halted under a tree and allowed the rhythm to die away. He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.

There's another way to put it. Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept that the life you planned was a dream written on water.

Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept that the life you planned was a dream written on water.

I wanted to believe he was mad. Unfortunately, I no longer knew what madness was.

Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept the life you had planned was a dream written on water

Shakespeare said that all power lies in the world of dreams, and I believe him.

Emmeline seemed to lie the way all narcissists do. Whatever they say, regardless of its absurdity, becomes the truth.

Life's a sonofabitch, then you die.

He had learned in Vietnam there were three groups of people who got you killed—pencil pushers, amateurs, and idealists.

Mortality is not kind, and do not let anyone tell you it is.

No one had to convince me about the reality of hell. It wasn't a fiery pit. It lived and thrived in the human breast and consumed its host from night to morning.

He knows things don't happen in order, like past, present, and future.

There is a subculture in this country that seems to have no antecedent—a conflation of reality television, National Enquirer journalism, fundamentalist religion, militarism, and professional football. At the center is an adoration of celebrity, no matter how it is acquired or in what form it comes. Women

The false dawn, with its illusions and mist-wrapped softness, can be as inadequate and fleeting as Morpheus' gifts.

The great joke is that any wisdom most of us acquire can seldom be passed on to others. I suspect this reality is at the heart of most old people's anger.