Quotes About Reality

Fairyland is the place where what we look upon as symbols and figures actually exist and occur

it was a reality shared by all the world, and not merely an optical delusion confined to their own eyes in their own garden.

It was as if he thought he had already lost what he was actually holding in his hands.

Reality was beginning to become very shadowy and menacing.

that one could play with reality and give it what shape one chose.

Besides, there was that foolish feeling of his that reality was not solid, and that facts were only plastic toys; or, rather, that they were poisonous plants, which you need not pluck unless you choose. And, even if you do pluck them, you can always fling them from you and leave them to wither on the ground. He

Have you ever noticed a little child of three or four walking hand in hand with its father through the streets? It is almost as if the two were walking in time to perfectly different tunes. Indeed, though they hold each other's hand, they might be walking on different planets … each seeing and hearing entirely different things.

the sun would set, and then our riders could watch the actual process of colour fading from the world. Was that tree still really green, or was it only that they were remembering how a few seconds ago it had been green?

there was that foolish feeling of his that reality was not solid, and that facts were only plastic toys; or, rather, that they were poisonous plants, which you need not pluck unless you choose. And, even if you do pluck them, you can always fling them from you and leave them to wither on the ground.

Was it possible that Ranulph, too, was a real person, a person inside whose mind things happened? He had thought that he himself was the only real person in a field of human flowers. For Master Nathaniel that was a moment of surprise, triumph, tenderness, alarm.

The law plays fast and loose with reality- and no one really believes it.

Life's brief span forbids us to enter on far-reaching hopes.

The illusion that times that were are better than those that are, has probably pervaded all ages.

El cloroformo dilata el pecho a la primera inspiración; la segunda, inunda la boca de saliva; las extremidades hormiguean, a la tercera; a la cuarta, los labios, a la par de las ideas, se hinchan, y luego pasan cosas singulares.

Theories are always very thin and insubstantial, experience only is tangible.

Usually, people... are unable to accept the reality of future sorrow, of a new day different from our past.

The truth was never easy, and it was never simple, and it had a way of breaking your heart. Thus men chose its imitation whenever possible and made the world fit the shape that suited them best. Smith believed man created God and Truth both in his own image, and he attached no blame to that. He had long ago decided that most people got along as best they could, trying to be brave, trying to be good, trying to subdue the terrors of life with whatever expectations lay easiest to hand.

Here was an arch lesson in the games subcultures play. Reality is a mass hallucination. We gauge what's real according to what others say. And others, like us, rein in their words, caving in to timidity. Thanks to conformity enforcement and to cowardice, a little power goes a long, long way.

The horizons toward which we can soar are within us, anxious to break free, to emerge from our imaginings, then to beckon us forward into fresh realities. We have a mission to create, for we are evolution incarnate. We are her self-awareness, her frontal lobes and fingertips. We are second generation star stuff come alive. We are parts of something 3.5 billions years old, but pubertal in cosmic time. We are neurons of this planet's interspecies mind.

The world turns, and life changes, the good old days are fantasies-just screened memories.

You are trying to be logical. But most of the logic we live with is a lie, and most of our attempts to be logical are only attempts to evade the reality. So if we have a puzzle, stop trying to solve it. Don't cling to thoughts and notions. Let them pass through your mind and then dismiss them—or treat them all with equal indifference. Nothing

There is nothing more important than being a man, just a plain, ordinary, human man. I know you think Spartacus is something more than a man. He isn't. If he were, then he wouldn't be any good at all. There is no great mystery about Spartacus.

A purely objective viewpoint does not exist in the cosmos or in politics.

That was what was cruel about superficial change: it exposed what could never change.