Quotes About Reality

Some things just have to be believed to be seen.

We human beings instinctively regard the seen world as the "real" world and the unseen world as the "unreal" world, but the Bible calls for almost the opposite.

the promise of pleasures so alluring that we may devote our lives to their pursuit, and then the haunting realization that these pleasures ultimately do not satisfy.

They [Old Testament] taught me about Life with God: not how it is supposed to work, but how it actually does work.

There is only one way for any of us to resolve the tension between the high ideals of the gospel and the grim reality of ourselves: to accept that we will never measure up, but that we do not have to. We are judged by the righteousness of the Christ who lives within, not our own.

If I take Easter as the starting point, the one incontrovertible fact about how God treats those whom he loves, then human history becomes the contradiction and Easter a preview of ultimate reality.

Prayer is the act of seeing reality from God's point of view.

Jeremiah affected me more than any other book. The image of a wounded lover in Jeremiah is an awesome one that I cannot comprehend. Why would the God who created all that exists willingly become subject to such humiliation from creation? I was haunted by the reality of a God who lets our response matter that much.

the hospital seemed perfectly designed to immobilize not only his body but his spirit. "The will to live is not a theoretical abstraction, but a physiological reality with therapeutic characteristics," he wrote in Anatomy of an Illness. But the hospital environment tended to stifle that will to live.

we should live in such a way that our lives wouldn't make much sense if the gospel were not true.

It is not the same as optimism or wishful thinking, for these imply a denial of reality.

He aprendido a ver la realidad espiritual por encima de la realidad física de este mundo. Tenemos tendencia a pensar que la vida debería ser justa, puesto que Dios es justo. No obstante, Dios no es la vida.

Realistic hope permits a dying person to confront reality, but at the same time gives strength to go on living.

Tolkien, lucky man, had protected a realm of his own invention to which he could flee. Robert Graves, embittered by battle, writes: The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his… Wisdom made him old and wary banishing his Lords of Faery

when you love a man who is less than you dreamed, you have to make allowances for the difference between a real man and a dream. Sometimes you have to forgive him. Perhaps you even have to forgive him often. But forgiveness often comes with love.

There are many sorts of love," she counsels me. "And when you love a man who is less than you dreamed, you have to make allowances for the difference between a real man and a dream.

Perhaps there is a God like firelight, but all we can see is the shadows that we cast ourselves when we walk in front of the fire. Then we see great leaping shadows and think that this is God, but really it is only our own image.

If a writer believes that women do nothing, then he will have to fantasize about their lives to make a good story. If a writer believes that women are weak, rivalrous, and moody, then she will produce an account of them in which they cannot work together, or be trusted. But I know from my reading and from my own life that women are powerful agents of change who can collaborate together, who may love each other, and I base my story on the reality. But

He shrugged. "Whatever does it mean? We write poems about it all day and sing songs about it all night but if there is such a thing in real life I'm damned if I know.

Tal vez hay un Dios que es como la luz del fuego, pero todo lo que podemos ver son las sombras que nosotros mismos proyectamos cuando caminamos frente al fuego. Entonces vemos grandes sombras moviéndose y creemos que son Dios, pero en realidad no son más que nuestras propias siluetas.

Historical fiction is a hybrid, a blending of reported reality, reasonable speculation, psychological truth, and the author's imagination.

I am a dreamer, he concedes. I don't deny it, but I have seen enough to know the world. Perhaps my dream is of a better one.

quando se reconhece que o amado é tudo menos perfeito, tal constitui um verdadeiro teste ao amor.

Though the leaves fall from the trees like brown tears, for him everything must be as green as fresh grass, as white as May blossom, as if to convince us all that the seasons are upside down and we are all Tudors now. A