Quotes About Reality

all our suffering is an expression and a reflection of the distance between reality and our desires and beliefs.

So you see, a man's history when other folks tell it is a pitiful confusion.

Everyone was always in danger, after all. From cancer, from car crashes and plane crashes, from criminals. Most people managed denial; managed to pretend they were safe.

I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.

Just like heaven. Ever'body wants a little piece of lan'. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It's just in their head. They're all the time talkin' about it, but it's jus' in their head.

I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.

After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.

Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

A plan is a real thing, and things projected are experienced. A plan once made and visualized becomes reality along with other realities—never to be destroyed but easily to be attacked.

But now, by saying what his future was going to be like, he had created it. A plan is a real thing, and things projected are experienced. A plan once made and visualized becomes a along with other realities-never to be destroyed but easily to be attacked.

I know three things will never be believed - the true, the probable, and the logical

There are people who will say that this whole account is a lie, but a thing isn't necessarily a lie even if it didn't necessarily happen.

The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore.

It is possible, even probable, to be told a truth about a place, to accept it, to know it and at the same time not to know anything about it.

An unbelieved truth can hurt a man much more than a lie

In marching, in mobs, in football games, and in war, outlines become vague; real things become unreal and a fog creeps over the mind. Tension and excitement, weariness, movement--all merge in one great gray dream, so that when it is over, it is hard to remember how it was when you killed men or ordered them to be killed. Then other people who were not there tell you what it was like and you say vaguely, yes, I guess that's how it was.

Go through the motions, Adam." "What motions?" "Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

A guy sets alone out here at night, maybe readin' books or thinkin' or stuff like that. Sometimes he gets thinkin', an' he got nothing to tell him what's so an' what ain't so. Maybe if he sees somethin', he don't know whether it's right or not. He can't turn to some other guy and ast him if he sees it too. He can't tell. He got nothing to measure by.

Doc still loved true things but he knew that it was not a general love and it could be a very dangerous mistress.

The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost.

Wishing just brought earned disappointment.

I seem to know that there's a part of you missing. Some men can't see the color green, but they may never know they can't. I think you are only a part of a human. I can't do anything about that. But I wonder whether you ever feel that something invisible is all around you. It would be horrible if you knew it was there and couldn't see it or feel it.

Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It's just in their head.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.