Quotes About Reality

The other thing is the old people, and I keep comin back to them. They look at me it's always a question. Years back I dont remember that. I dont remember it when I was sheriff back in the fifties. You see em and they dont even look confused. They just look crazy. That bothers me. It's like they woke up and they dont know how they got where they're at. Well, in a manner of speakin they dont.

Der Schatten des Jungen strich über ihn. Mit einem Bündel Holz in den Armen. Er sah ihm zu, wie er die Flammen anfachte. Gottes Feuerdrache. Funken stoben auf und erstarben im sternenlosen Dunkel. Nicht alle letzten Worte sind wahr, und diese Wohltat ist, obwohl ihres Bodens beraubt, nicht weniger real.

Como num daqueles jogos que se jogam nas festas. Diz a palavra ao ouvido do seguinte. Por isso, sejamos parcimoniosos. Aquilo que alteramos nas recordações também em a sua realidade, conhecida ou não.

Folk gjorde sig jämt redo för morgondagen. Sådant trodde jag inte på. Morgondagen gjorde sig inte redo för dem. Den visste inte ens att de fanns.

In this world the mask is what is true.

the sun rose and the river ran as before but nothing was the same nor did he think it ever would be.

it. It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong.

Suppose you was someplace that you didnt know where it was. The real thing you wouldnt know was where someplace else was. Or how far it was. It wouldnt change nothin about where you was at.

All reality is loss and all loss is eternal. There is no other kind. And that reality into which we inquire must first contain ourselves. And what are we? Ten percent biology and ninety percent nightrumor.

I know they's a lots of things in a family history that just plain aint so. Any family. The stories get passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the saying goes.

Le cose ci sono e poi non ci sono più. Credo che sentirne la mancanza vuol dire sperare che tornino. Ma le cose non tornano

All reality is loss and all loss is eternal. There is no other kind.

The more naive your life the more frightening your dreams. Your unconscious will keep trying to wake you.

What. When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be and you are happy again then you will have given up.

Entienda que ya existe este ogro. Este chupador de ojos. Él y otros como él. Ellos no han desaparecido del mundo. Y nunca lo harán.

There is a fusion in the memory of events which is at loose ends where reality is concerned. You wake from a nightmare with a certain relief. But that doesn't erase itself. It's always there. Even after it's forgotten. The haunting sense that there is something you have not understood will remain long after.

I told Leonard that reality was at best a collective hunch.

You go back home and everthing you wished was different is still the same and everthing you wished was the same is different.

Pensamos, he said, que somos las victimas del tiempo. En realidad la via del mundo no es fijada en ningun lugar. Como seria posible? Nosotros mismos somos nuestra propia jornada. Y por eso somos el tiempo tambien. Somos lo mismo. Fugitivo. Inescrutable. Desapiadado.

Life. What can you say? It's not for everybody.

You see a man, he scratchin to make it. Think once he got it made everthing be all right. But you dont never have it made. Dont care who you are. Look up one mornin and you a old man. You aint got nothin to say to your brother. Dont know no more'n when you started.

Some things in this world cant be helped, he said. And I believe this is probably one of em.

The ugly truth is that other than Feynman's sum-over theories there is no believable explanation of quantum mechanics that does not involve human consciousness. Of course this raises the questions as to how it managed to get along without us.

He'd the notion that there would be something in the story itself to tell him about the way the world was or was becoming but there was not. There was nothing in it at all.