Quotes About Reality

A thousand and one is still only a thousand. That one seems never to have existed: a

Soñamos, ¡pero tan negligentemente, tan a la ligera! «Quiero ser un pájaro», dice este o aquel. Pero si el sumiso destino lo convirtiese en un pavo, se sentiría desencantado.

All truth is fiction, really, for the teller tells it as he sees it, and it might be different from some other teller.

The world was indeed a kind of screen and did not manifest itself other than by passing me on and on—I was just the bouncing ball that objects played with!

Tuose puslapiuose tvinksi toks gyvas laikme?io pul­sas, kad mÅ«s? Å¡irdyse kyla tikrumo alkis, gyvenimo ir tegu netobulo jo realizavimo geismas. Ta?iau gyvenimas lieka ta­rytum už stiklo – nutolÄ™s – viskas lyg jau ne mÅ«s?, lyg žvelg­tum pro traukinio langÄ….

Normalno?? jest linoskoczkiem nad otch?ani? nienormalno?ci.

I was left alone but actually not alone—how could I be alone when I wasn't even there, I had no sense of being there, and not a single thought, gesture, action, or word, in fact nothing seemed to be mine, but rather it was as if it had all been settled somewhere outside myself, decided for me—because in reality I was quite different!

But perhaps I took the serious-minded too seriously and overestimated the maturity of the mature.

Có? dziwnego zatem, ?e, przera?eni wÅ'asnÄ… sÅ'aboÅ›ciÄ… i ogromem zadaÅ", chowamy gÅ'owÄ™ w piasek i, organizujÄ…c sobie parodiÄ™ przeszÅ'oÅ›ci, uciekamy od Å›wiata w Å›wiatek?

Daj mi teraz marzy?, daj - i ju? nikt nie wie, co jest realne, a czego w ogóle nie ma, gdzie prawda, gdzie zÅ'uda, co siÄ™ czuje, czego siÄ™ nie czuje, gdzie naturalno??, a gdzie sztuczno??, zgrywa i to, co powinno by?, miesza siÄ™ z tym, co nieubÅ'agane jest, i jedno i drugie dyskwalifikuje, jedno drugiemu odbiera wszelkÄ… racjÄ™ bytu, o, wielka szkoÅ'o nierzeczywistoÅ›ci.

Tera?niejsza my?l francuska o ?mierci jest dla mnie wyj?tkowo sztuczna, jak z reszt? wszystkie inne mementa mori. Stanowi? one jeden przyk?ad wi?cej, jak dalece my?li nasze s? nam obce. To wa?kowanie ?mierci wykazuje jedynie, ?e nie jeste?my w stanie jej zasymilowa?; albowiem ona - gdyby?my naprawd? wyczuli jej obecno?? - musia?aby odebra? nam sen i apetyt; ale nie przeszkadza nam nawet w chodzeniu do kina.

Truth does not make itself real in an abstract contest of ideas, but in a collision of persons. Being condemned to read a fair amount of books filled only with arguments, I know what truth severed from the person is: a laborious truth. And that is why I turn to you with the plea: Do not allow an idea to grow in you at the price of your personality.

An excessive respect for scientific truth has obscured our own truth. In our eagerness to understand reality, we forget that we are not here to understand reality, but only to express it. We, art, are reality. Art is a fact and not commentary attached to fact.

Here it can be seen that solipsism, when its implications are followed out strictly, coincides with pure realism.

6.41 Der Sinn der Welt muss ausserhalb ihrer liegen.

Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist. Die Welt ist die Gesamtheit der Tatsachen, nicht der Dinge...

The world is everything that is the case.

Logic is not a theory but a reflexion of the world.

If a blind man were to ask me "Have you got two hands?" I should not make sure by looking. If I were to have any doubt of it, then I don't know why I should trust my eyes. For why shouldn't I test my eyes by looking to find out whether I see my two hands? What is to be tested by what?

Die Straße stinkt nach Blut. Hier haben sie die Wahrheit massakriert.

It would be most satisfactory if physics and psyche could be seen as complementary aspects of the same reality

To us the only acceptable point of view appears to be one that recognizes both sides of reality — the quantitative and the qualitative, the physical and the psychical — as compatible with each other, and can embrace them simultaneously. It would be most satisfactory if physics and psyche (i.e., matter and mind) could be viewed as complementary aspects of the same reality.

His ways were a refuge from falsity.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream?