Quotes About Reality

The thing about black history is that the truth is so much more complex than anything you could make up.

The more a man dreams, the less he believes

Life is a dead-end street.

To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

As Jewish historian Yuri Slezkine noted, modernity has turned us all into Jews. ("The Jewish Century," 2004.) Modernism is the dysfunction that results from making oneself God. Modern man is the Jew, the heretic, the anti-hero, alienated from God, society and paradoxically himself. He lives in a self-created reality divorced from truth.

The New World Order is an attempt to overthrow God and replace Him with Satan. It says black is white, evil is good. It creates a bogus reality designed to serve the few and enslave the many.

Informed consent' sounds so easy in principle – the surgeon explains the balance of risks and benefits, and the calm and rational patient decides what he or she wants – just like going to the supermarket and choosing from the vast array of toothbrushes on offer. The reality is very different.

A fact must be assimilated with, or discriminated fromm, some other fact or facts, in order to be raised to the dignity of a truth, and made to convey the least knowledge to the mind.

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.

One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric of life.

Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.

There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy

Scripture is not only the authoritative guide for the way of salvation, but it furnishes man with an authoritative interpretation of reality as a whole.

In his separation from God in whose light alone man can see the truth, man lost his catholicizing spirit- he no longer (apart from regeneration) is able to see the meaning in life and view it as a whole. His culture was fragmentized. Man sees only a part reality, but he does not see its relation as a whole, nor does he ascend from the creature to the Creator. In his apostasy, man has fallen in love with the cosmos or some aspect of reality, and he worships the creation instead of the Creator.

Dreams have always expanded our understanding of reality by challenging our boundaries of the real, of the possible.

Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes it feels real good.

How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.

You try to find a special person Someone you can be with Someone you can touch Someone you can talk to Someone you won't feel so strange around You found that they don't really exist

How lame it is for me to sit in some cushy living room watching Apocalypse Now, on videocassette no less. You think you have pain? That guy went up the river to kill a guy. I'm sitting in a suburban living room on a plush carpet with Search and Destroy tattooed on my back and I'm watching the real thing, it makes touring seem rather easy in comparison. I

There will be no real life There will be the alcohol circus

Reality has always bored me senseless. It drains my energy. Many years ago, I realized I was going to process life though a music purification system. It worked, too. When I listen to music, read or write about music, think about music, everything gets better. Music allows me to travel in my mind. We spend a good part of our lives in places we don't want to be in and with people we don't want to be around. I'm trying to keep all that to a minimum.

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you?re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dreamFor the soul is dead that slumbers,and things are not what they seem.Life is real Life is earnestAnd the grave is not its goalDust thou art to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.

Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.