Quotes About Reality

endless soaring toy-rocket dreams and schemes that let out a sad, weak 'pop' at their high climax point and then flake apart as they tumble toward some thorn patch that's also a hatching ground for baby snakes

This was all our world was made of: decomposed visions. Not atoms --- bits of dreams.

The way in which the world is imagined determines at any particular moment what men will do.

The government isn't real, he replied. He might have been talking about Santa Claus or God. I don't owe anything to anyone who in themselves are lies and liars.

Her experience in life was limited and so she fought battles in an imaginary arena

There is no true event only a series of occurrences open to interpretation. -Mosley-

Archibald Lawless, Anarchist at Large," my host said formally. He sat in the swivel chair and leaned back. "What does that mean exactly?" "What do you think it means?" "That you plan to overthrow the government in hopes of causing a perpetual state of chaos throughout the world?" "They aren't much on reality at Xavier or Columbia, are they?

Men and women search for love, find it, and then wake up one morning to the harsh reality that the cap was left off and the precious passion has dried up.

there can, we think, be little doubt of the proposition, that the external organs may, from various causes, become so much deranged as to make false representations to the mind; and that, in such cases, men, in the literal sense, really see the empty and false forms and hear the ideal sounds which, in a more primitive state of society, are naturally enough referred to the action of demons or disembodied spirits.

You remind me at this moment," said the young lady, resuming her lively and indifferent manner, "of the fairy tale, where the man finds all the money which he had carried to market suddenly changed into pieces of slate. I have cried down and ruined your whole stock of complimentary discourse by one unlucky observation.

Of this disposition, to see as much of the supernatural as is seen by others around, or, in other words, to trust to the eyes of others rather than to our own

Nay, we are authorized to believe that individuals have died in consequence of having supposed themselves to have taken poison, when, in reality, the draught they had swallowed as such was of an innoxious or restorative quality.

Why should you believe your eyes? You were given eyes to see with, not to believe with. Your eyes can see the mirage, the hallucination as easily as the actual scenery.

One of the most pernicious of folk-sayings is, 'I cannot believe my eyes!' Why particularly should you believe your eyes? You were given eyes to see with, not to believe with. Believe your mind, your intuition, your reason, your emotion if you like - but not your eyes unaided by any of these interpreters. Your eyes can see the mirage, the hallucination, as easily as the actual scenery.

A line from Bobby Bare's country song explains what too often happens with acquisitions: "I've never gone to bed with an ugly woman, but I've sure woke up with a few.

wishing makes dreams come true only in Disney movies; it's poison in business.

That means that the universe is two-dimensional. Matter, energy, time, you, me and the floor are holograms.

To be a futurist, in pursuit of improving reality, is not to have your face continually turned upstream, waiting for the future to come. To improve reality is to clearly see where you are, and then wonder how to make that better.

You people don't know what the truth is! It's there, just under the bullshit, but you never look! That's what I hate most about this fucking city-- Lies are news and truth is obsolete!

In the long run, you see, none of that matters. I've seen Heaven, Dowling. And it's not a place where you exercise any power. In the long run, we are all three-dimensional side-effects of a two-dimensional universe existing in a multidimensional stack.

If anyone in this shithole city gave two tugs of a dead dog's cock about Truth, this wouldn't be happening.

We only wanted jetpacks because we couldn't make magic carpets work.

Look at a Segway and tell me it's not the world's shittiest witch's broomstick. We only wanted jetpacks because we couldn't make magic carpets work.

None of it seemed real. He laughed at Mount Hood, capped with silvered white in the middle of summer. Who paints a frosted mountaintop into a summer scene? What a ridiculous failure of reality. He stopped laughing when he remembered it was a failure of reality that put him in this car in the first place, and was quiet for a long time.