Quotes About Reality

El espíritu vive en sí mismo, y en sí mismo puede hacer un cielo del infierno, o un infierno del cielo. ¿Qué importa el lugar donde yo resida, si soy el mismo que era, si lo soy todo, aunque inferior a aquel a quien el trueno ha hecho más poderoso?

What do you have to be stressed about?" the normies might have said, if I ever talked about these things with normal people. "You have a family, a house, a car, a good job. Just deal with it!" As if I could simply do that. As if I chose this. As if I looked at the options available to me and they were clearly labeled "Perseverance" and "Freaking the Fuck Out All the Time" and calmly said, "Mmm, yes, I select option B.

If more people understand the reality of mental illness and get disabused of the Hollywood myths about it, the stigma about getting help will diminish, and then we'll live in a healthier society.

The steps to degradation are only three: the actuality of the shameful condition, the recognition of the actuality while feeling unable to do anything about it, and then acceptance of it as the normal state of affairs.

Everybody has an idea of himself which augments, aggravates, or modifies the actuality.

The real mystery is not that things are the way they are, but that there is something rather than nothing.

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!

It occurred to me that everything I was doing in Indonesia was more like a game than reality. It was as though we were playing a game of poker. We kept our cards hidden. We could not trust each other or count on the reliability of the information we shared. Yet, this game was deadly serious, and its outcome would impact millions of lives for decades to come.

If the world is as you dream it, why had I dreamed such a world?

Orwell is almost our litmus test. Some of his satirical writing looks like reality these days.

but I do believe one ought to recognize the irreversible nature of reality, particularly if one wants to avoid it.

To live in delusion is to live in the comfort of ideology.

Stop thinking about living in the north and in isolated communities as an unfortunate accident or a punishment or a failure; stop thinking about it in southern urban terms. Start thinking about it as a purpose in and of itself, a necessary and happy purpose covering two-thirds of Canada, with its own reality.

A civilization unable to differentiate between illusion and reality is usually believed to be at the tail end of its existence.

Forget the why and focus on the is

The problem with fighting at a lower level is that it doesn't simulate reality well. You want to train harder than real combat, not easier.

Art is not a study of positive reality, it is the seeking for ideal truth.

Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know in life.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

All that we call ideal in Greek or any other art, because to us it is false and visionary, was, to the makers of it, true and existent.

Keep in mind that when we limit our exposure to information, or when information itself is scarce, our picture of reality suffers. We become oblivious to both opportunities and hazards. Trends become invisible. History disappears. It's really just two sides of the same coin: the first commitment is as much a commitment to gathering information, from as many sources and in as much volume as can constructively be used, as it is a commitment to facing the facts.

Some people would say bullshit is the grease that gets people through life," Weather said. "Other people," Letty said. "Not me.

Hey, people get killed from time to time, that's just the way of the world, let's not bust a budget about it . . .

this life. We're just a bunch of meat. When we think something, it's just chemicals. When we love something, it's more chemicals. When we die, all the chemicals go back in the ground, and that's it. There's nothing left. You don't go anywhere, except in the ground. No heaven, no hell, no God, no nothing. Just . . . nothing.