Quotes About Reality

they told me of color, that it was an illusion of the eye, an event in the perceiver's mind, not in the object; they told me that color had no reality; indeed, they told me that color did not inhere in a physical body any more than pain was in a needle. And then they imprisoned me in darkness; and though there was no color there, I still was black, and they still were white; and for that, they bound and gagged me.

De kunst is fraaier dan de werkelijkheid, maar beide leggen het af tegen de herinnering.

Hagamos de cuenta que somos seres iluminados. Hagamos de cuenta que somos amados por Dios. Hagamos de cuenta que somos perfectos tal como somos. Respiremos profundamente y aspiremos a aquello que es verdad. Sólo entonces todo tendrá sentido. Es necesario saber que uno aspira a la realidad, la verdad. Construye tu vida fundamentándola en esta verdad. Si aspiramos a aquello que es verdadero, la verdad es automáticamente atraída a nuestras vidas".

La invención, no la copia de la realidad, es la verdad del arte.

Eu sei que vossa excelência preferia uma delicada mentira; mas eu não conheço nada mais delicado que a verdade.

I considered the case and realized that if something can exist in opinion without existing in reality, or exist in reality without existing in opinion, the conclusion is that of the two parallel lives, only opinion is necessary – not reality, which is only a secondary consideration.

Men are so stupid and concerned with their present needs, they will always let themselves be deceived.

Falsehood flies," observed Jonathan Swift, "and the truth comes limping after it." McCarthy's

We need to do a better job of describing the reality we confront.

Some things have to be believed to be seen.

Because you're not what I would have you be, I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.

The only life that matters is in your mind. The only truth is the one that lives invisibly, that waits even after you close the book. Silence, too, is a kind of music. Silence will last.

I assumed," Ai-ming told me, "that when Big Mother's stories finished, life would continue and I would go back to being myself. But it wasn't true. The stories got longer and longer, and I got smaller and smaller. When I told my grandmother this, she laughed her head off. She said, 'But that's how the world is, isn't it? Or did you think you were bigger than the world?

Unless we know the weight of our bodies, unless we feel the force of gravity, we'll forget what we are, we'll lose ourselves without even noticing.

I assumed that when the story finished, life would continue and I would go back to being myself. But it wasn't true. The stories got longer and longer, and I got smaller and smaller. When I told Big Mother this, she laughed her head off. "But that's how the world is, isn't it?

Was this a real story, Sparrow had wondered, or was it something like the book of records, an imagines survival?

They stood like that, his embrace still holding her, for ten seconds at most, during which she ignored the truth of the moment and allowed herself to savor the illusion of being cared for.

We need to always deal with the child in front of us, not the child of our fantasies.

The world is an ugly place. We must live in it.

O goddess, if this is a dream, let me still sleep.

It was easy, in those moments, to forget that the war had not yet really begun.

I'm sceptical about the reality of everything; even about the reality of Nature. Sometimes I think that there are several Natures ... several Universes, in fact ... one inside the other ... like Chinese boxes ...

She lives so completely in books that I don't think she takes anything that happens in the real world very seriously. She

He had only one life. That was a basic and relentless fact. An eternity of 'something or other' lay behind him, and an equally obscure eternity of 'something or other' lay in front of him.