Quotes About Reality

She looked good in every shot, and not one of them had told the truth about the two of us, or about her, about who she was, or what she wanted, or who she'd been in love with. Not any more than my Instagram account told all of my truth, or Darshi's account, or Leela's.

It happened this way sometimes. We'd be having a perfectly normal conversation… or, at least, a conversation as close to normal as we could have—and then he'd say something that would remind me that nothing was normal, nothing at all.

This wasn't the life she signed up for.

Jenny Diski lies here. But tells the truth over there",' I instructed. 'Also, I'd like a dove, a winged angel, an anchor and an open book, properly carved on a nice piece of granite.

Ein Bild, das bleibt immer so, wie es ist und nur soweit das Bild reicht, bliebt alles so, wie es ist.

Bodies are real entities. Surfaces and lines are but fictitious entities. A surface without depth, a line without thickness, was never seen by any man; no; nor can any conception be seriously formed of its existence.

No, no, no. There's no such thing as cheap and cheerful. It's cheap and nasty & expensive and cheerful.

Phenomenalists are concerned with symptoms rather than causes: with rains of animals pouring from the sky; with impossible coincidences; with inexplicable sightings of creatures or objects. The conclusion these observations lead to is that there are, in fact, three modes of reality, hard, psychological and, between the two, phenomenal, and all of these are active, all blur into one, when truthfully described, without the need to immediately leap in with rational explanation.

It's beautiful. Not a lie. But tornados were beautiful too.

The Truth part of the SET system is the most important and the most difficult for the borderline to accept since so much of his world excludes or rejects realistic consequences.

Appearance, not reality, is what the clever dog grasps at in these clever days. We spurn the dull-brown solid earth; we build our lives and homes in the fair-seeming rainbow-land of shadow and chimera.

ma, già, ogni cosa ha i suoi difetti, come disse quel tale quando gli morì la suocera e dovette pagare le spese dei funerali.

No; it is not well to rule one's self by theories. We think, when we are very young, that theories, or "philosophies" as we term them, are guiding lights, held out by Wisdom over the pathway of life; we learn, as we grow older, that, too often, they are mere will-o'-the-wisps, hovering over dismal swamps where dead men's bones lie rotting.

What you have to do, Veronica, is, with a full heart, to praise Heaven that this is not a perfect world. If it were I doubt very much, Veronica, your being here. That you are here happy and thriving proves that all is not as it should be.

A farmer has a way of standing on one leg and looking at a thing that isn't there. It sounds simple, but there is knack in it. The farmer is not surprised it is not there. He never expected it to be there. It is one of those things that ought to be, and is not. The farmer's life is full of such. Suffering reduced to a science is what the farmer stands for. All his life he is the good man struggling against adversity. Nothing

Jerome Tuccille

It was an amazing revelation in the subtleties of human psychology. The illusion of success becomes its own reality.

Living within artificial, reconstructed, arbitrary environments that are strictly the products of human conception, we have no way to be sure that we know what is true and what is not. We have lost context and perspective. What we know is what other humans tell us.

Every other man is looking great saint after marriage.

Be very, very careful not to let the facts get mixed up with the truth.

This was the ghetto: where children grow down instead of up.

Beware of solipsism Funny word. Sounds like it means love of melons or something. I looked it up. It means believing that the self is the only reality. Am I solipsist?

Okay, so you're not perfect. Who is? Sure, Susan makes sense. But my heart doesn't care about sense. My heart never says: _Why?_ Only: _Who?_

No When. No Then. Only Now.