Quotes About Reality

I no longer have an opinion about reality. I used to. Now I dont. The first rule of the world is that everything vanishes forever. To the extent that you refuse to accept that then you are living in a fantasy.

How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality.

Salió a la gris luz y se quedó allí de pie y fugazmente vio la verdad absoluta del mundo. El frío y despiado girar de la tierra intestada. Oscuridad implacable. Los perros ciegos del sol en su carrera. El aplastante vacío negro del universo. Y en alguna parte dos animales perseguidos temblando como zorros escondidos en su madriguera. Tiempo prestado y mundo prestado y ojos prestados con que llorarlo.

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing

The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.

That there is little joy in the world is not just a view of things. Every benevolence is suspect. You finally figure out that the world does not have you in mind. It never did.

I think what is being pointed out is that human consciousness and reality are not the same thing.

It's all right to say that the reason we cant fully grasp the quantum world is because we didnt evolve in that world.

each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

Em que é que o que nunca existirá difere do que nunca existiu?

As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu não acreditava nisso. O futuro não se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam.

E se eu te dissesse que ele é um deus? O velho abanou a cabeça. Já não acredito em nada disso. Deixei de acreditar há anos. Onde os homens não conseguem viver, os deuses não têm melhor sorte. Vais ver. É melhor estar sozinho.

In the end, she had said, there will be nothing that cannot be simulated. And this will be the final abridgment of privilege. This is the world to come. Not some other. The only alternate is the surprise in those antic shapes burned into the concrete.

Do you think it would be easier to treat someone who was delusional or someone who only believed that she was?

I don't mean to upset you, but reflective men often find themselves at a certain remove from the realities of life.

People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.

In truth they did not look like men who might have whiskey they hadnt drunk.

I just meant I'd seen things I'd as soon not of. I know it. There's hard lessons in this world. What's the hardest? I don't know . Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back.

Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you dont. Not in your heart you dont. If you did you would be terrified.

Pensó que cada recuerdo evocado debe violentar en alguna medida sus orígenes. Como en un juego. El juego del teléfono. Más vale ser parco. Lo que uno altera mediante el recuerdo tiene sin embargo una realidad, sea o no conocida.

And what do these categories signify? Where did they come from? What does it mean that they are two shades of blue? In my eyes. If music was here before we were, for whom was it here? Schopenhauer says somewhere that if the entire universe should vanish the only thing left would be music.

Naw. Just us old country niggers. We kind of make it a point to call things for what they is. I'd hate to guess how many names they is for the jailhouse. I'd hate to have to count em.