Quotes About Reality

Llegué a la conclusión de que el lugar al que llamaban escuela en realidad no respondía a las preguntas verdaderamente importantes, sino que simplemente ayudaba a que las asumiéramos como parte integrante de la realidad de la vida, Por eso, hasta los años de instituto, tuve buen cuidado en levantar el dedo y permanecer en el lado cómo y tranquilo de la línea

Bu bak?mdan, bu duvar saati zaman? hat?rlamaya, yani ÅŸeylerin deÄŸiÅŸtiÄŸini arada bir düÅŸünmeye deÄŸil, tam tersi, hiçbir ÅŸeyin deÄŸiÅŸmediÄŸini hissetmeye ve inanmaya yarard?.

distinguish hearsay from what we've seen with our own eyes; when we are relating dreams, fairy tales, or past events we could not have witnessed, we use this tense. It is a useful distinction to make as we "remember" our earliest life experiences, our cradles, our baby carriages, our first steps, all as reported by our parents, stories to which we listen with the same rapt attention

Pero nuestros cerebros se parecen a un glotón que continuamente buscara historias para engullirlas. ¡Tenemos que librarnos de esa afición a los cuentos! Y entonces seremos libres. ¡Entonces veremos el mundo tal y como es!

Eso que llamas cuentos no son cuentos, ¡son realidades! —decía Nilgün—. Son necesarias para explicar el mundo.

Bir sure sonra Suleyman da talepleri ile hakikat uzakliga alisti.

In my view most authors do not write to reflect reality but to invent a second world with a complicated set of rules - the more complicated the better. Though this second world is derived from the first, it is somehow more meaningful, more satisfying than the real world.

The thing that binds us together is that we have both lowered our expectations of life.

În astfel de împrejur?ri, adic? imediat ce mintea noastr? neîndur?toare pricepe dureroasa realitate pe care inima refuz? cu înverÅŸunare s-o recunoasc?, întregul nostru trup se revolt? împotriva ei.

Sepse tani e kuptoj se asgjë nuk mund të ndryshohet ,nëse provojmë se jeta që bëjmë, është ëndrra e tjetërkujt.

expressing one's reality in words, as truthful as they might be, goads one to insincerity.

In reaction to being overly logical we'll feed fantasies for weeks and years on end, and one day we'll see something, a face, an outfit, a happy person, and suddenly realize that our dreams will never come true; thus, we come to understand that a particular maiden won't be permitted to marry us or that we'll never reach such-and-such a station in life.

We first build our castles in our consciousness, picture them in detail in our ambition, before we put foundations under them and reality into them. Dreaming is not always castle-building. Every real castle, every home, every building was an air castle first.

Our dreaming capacity gives us a peep into the glorious realities that await us further on.  Dreams are true while they last, And do not we live in dreams? – TENNYSON.

The bird does not have an instinct to fly South in winter without a real South to match it; nor has the Creator given to us these heart yearnings, soul longings for a larger, completer life, for an opportunity for a full expression of our possibilities, nor the longing for immortality, without a reality to match them.

We don't read novels to have an experience like life. Heck, we're living lives, complete with all the incompleteness. We turn to fiction to have an author assure us that it means something.

All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.

But the truth is that no person ever understands another, from beginning to end of life, there is no truth that can be known, only the story we imagine to be true, the story they really believe to be true about themselves; and all of them lies.

When you hear a true story, there is a part of you that responds to it regardless of art, regardless of evidence. Let it be the most obvious fabrication and you will still believe whatever truth is in it, because you can not deny truth no matter how shabbily it is dressed.

Someday stars will wind down or blow up. Someday death will cover us all like the water of a lake and perhaps nothing will ever come to the surface to show that we were ever there. But we WERE there, and during the time we lived, we were alive. That's the truth - what is, what was, what will be - not what could be, what should have been, what never can be.

You can't rule out the impossible, because you never know which of your assumptions about what was possible might turn out, in the real universe, to be false.

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. -Taleswapper

It's all just fictions anyway. We do what we do and then we make up reasons for it afterward but they're never the true reasons, the truth is always just out of reach.

He didn't feel that way about anybody. You just live in the place you're in, you don't worry about where you used to be or where you wish you were, here is where you are and here's where you've got to find a way to survive and lying in bed boo-hooing doesn't help much with that.