Quotes About Reality

The fear I felt was the same old fear; not of the appearance, but of the reason behind the appearance. It was not the mask I was afraid of, because in our century we are too inured by science fiction and too sure of science reality ever to be terrified of the supernatural again; but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself.

Their fear of the open and of the naked. Hide reality, shut out nature. The revolutionary art movement of Charles's day was of course the Pre-Raphaelite. They, at least, were making an attempt to admit nature and sexuality.

I had just written a letter to Alison, but already she seemed far away, not in distance, not in time, but in some dimension for which there is no name. Reality, perhaps.

We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.

Successful artistic parents seem very rarely to give birth to equally successful artistic sons and daughters, and I suspect it may be because the urge to create, which must always be partly the need to escape everyday reality, is better fostered-- despite modern educational theory-- not by a sympathetic and 'creative' childhood environment, but the very opposite, by pruning and confining natural instinct.

Puterea femeii! Nu m-am simÈ›it niciodat? atât de plin? de puteri misterioase. B?rbaÈ›ii sunt doar o glum?. Suntem atât de pl?pânde fizic, atât de neajutorate în faÈ›a realit??ii. Chiar È™i în ziua de azi. Dar suntem mai puternice decât ei. Noi putem îndura cruzimea lor. Ei n-o pot îndura pe a noastr?.

He stood before the famous Rembrandt self portrait. The sad, proud old man stared eternally out of his canvas, out of the entire knowledge of his own genius and of the inadequacy of genius before human reality.

Tenho, com frequência, uma estranha ilusão: julgo que me tomei surda. Cuido então de fazer um ruído para saber que não é verdade. Tenho de tossir, por exemplo, para verificar que ouço normalmente. É como a mocinha japonesa que encontraram nas ruínas de Hiroshima. Estava tudo morto, e ela cantava para a sua boneca.

We are not even living in the past here. We are in the pluperfect

In a happy world, there would be no art. I retreat too often into my imagination. In a happy world, the experience of reality would be enough.

These question-boundaries ...are ours, not of reality. We are led to them, caged by them not only culturally and intellectually, but quite physically, by the restlessness of our eyes and their limited field and acuity of vision.

Nothing is real. All is fiction. Somewhere there's someone writing us, we're not real. He or she decides who we are, what we do, all about us.

There had always been a conflict in me between mystery and meaning. I had pursued tha latter, worshipped the latter as a doctor. As a socialist and rationalist. But then I saw that the attempt to scientize reality, to name it and categorize it and vivisect it out of existence, was like trying to remove the air from the atmosphere. In the creating of the vacuum it was the experimenter who died, because he was inside the vacuum.

our hearts, we saw that as a lie, no doubt

To every man of great age - to Sir Wlater Bentham himself - the idea of suicide has once at least been present in the ante-room of his soul; on the threshold, waiting to enter, held out from the inmost chamber by some chance reality, some vague fear, some painful hope. The Man of Property, p. 363

Trout are among those creatures who are one hell of a lot prettier than they need to be. They can get you to wondering about the hidden workings of reality.

I noticed that at some point the strategy of hiking farther and the reality of getting older began to diverge in inconvenient ways. It sneaks up on you, but eventually a mile at altitude begins to feel like a mile and a half, then two miles, and so on.

Western though is fixated on the gap between what is and what ought to be.

In the struggle for life, a taste for truth is a luxury--or else a disability.

The common man cannot see things objectively because his mind is clouded by anxiety about achieving his goals. Seeing clearly means not projecting our goals into the world.

It is not so much that he is economical with the truth as that he lacks the normal understanding of it. For him truth is whatever serves the cause, and when he engages in what is commonly judged to be deception he is only anticipating the new world that he is helping to bring about .

Humanity' does not exist. There are only humans, driven by conflicting needs and illusions, and subject to every kind of infirmity of will and judgement

The I is a thing of the moment, and yet our lives are ruled by it. We cannot rid ourselves of this non-existent thing.

whole universe can be thought of as a delayed-choice experiment in which the existence of observers who notice what is going on is what imparts tangible reality to the origin of everything. Following