Quotes About Reality

Carl Jung. He theorized, among other things, that mind and matter are entwined, that as individuals and as a community of minds, we can affect reality, even unconsciously create it.

In a world that daily disconnects further from truth, more and more people accept the virtual in place of the real, and all things virtual are also malleable.

She realized then that madness and sanity were two worlds separated from each other by no more than a single step.

subatomic particles aren't fixed.

All that was considered evil on this side of the glass might be judged good on the other side. Truth here might be lies there, and the future might precede the past.

Sometimes truth was elusive...

Lots of people are unable to see all kinds of truths right in front of their eyes. You can't worry about them for a minute. They're hopeless.

I've read more truth in fiction than in nonfiction, partly because fiction can deal with the numinous, and nonfiction rarely does.

Your faith could have no substance if you did not also accept the reality of its effects in this world.

utopias always turn out to be one version of hell or another.

Ganesh held up one hand. "There's more, and it suggests that tens of thousands of people, focused on the same expectation, can unwittingly affect reality and make that expectation come to pass.

A sea of lies can't wash away a single grain of truth. Truth is what it is.

meaningful coincidences reveal that our collective consciousness creates reality at least to some degree.

too much leisure was a dangerous distraction from the cold, hard realities of life

postmodern man who denies the existence of any Truth and believes that each of us makes his own truth that is as valid as any other.

Parallel Universes and Quantum Reality

because real life was plotted like Tolkien on methamphetamine

Writing novels seems like a glamorous and exciting occupation, although in reality I suspect that it's a lot less glamorous than professional wrestling and only marginally more exciting than being a librarian.

This was a theory of Kipp's: There are parallel universes, and when we die, we go on living in other realities. Dorothy was lost here, but not lost everywhere.

Sometimes I wondered if I had everything backward, my life and purpose and meaning all backward. Maybe the best thing I had to offer was fry cookery of a high order, and maybe my paranormal abilities were nothing more than the equivalent of a talent for farting on command, better repressed than indulged. I, no less than anyone, was capable of self-delusion, of pride that led me to embrace a grander image of myself than was the truth.

It is human nature to know we die and still to disbelieve it; otherwise, we might not carry on.

So many were swept away by boldfaced lies and swayed into currents of vicious fantasies, until they were so far from the shore of truth that they couldn't even see it.

Yeah. Because tonight I was that drawing. I always thought I knew exactly who I was. Then a simple shift of perspective, and I see a different me. Which one is real and which is fiction?

The past cannot be redeemed. What has been and what might have been both bring us to what is.