Quotes About Reality

Talvez o nada é que seja a verdade e todo o nosso sonho não exista, mas sentimos então que essas frases musicais, essas noções que existem em função do sonho, não hão de ser nada tampouco. Pereceremos, mas temos como reféns essas divinas cativas que seguirão a nossa sorte. E a morte com elas tem alguma coisa de menos amargo, de menos inglório, de menos provável, talvez.

Não há nada como o desejo para impedir que as coisas que se dizem possuam qualquer semelhança com o que se tem no pensamento.

Swann made a hobby of collecting scraps of 'real life')

People don't know when they are happy. They're never so unhappy as they think they are.

Art extracted from the most familiar reality does indeed exist and its domain is perhaps the largest of any.

M. Verdurin replied in a hasty tone and with an embittered groan, not of grief but of irritated impatience: "Why yes, of course, but what's to be done about it, it's no use crying over spilt milk, talking about him won't bring him back to life, will it?

É admirável como o ciúme, que passa o tempo a fazer pequenas suposições do que é falso, tem pouca imaginação quando se trata de descobrir o que é verdadeiro.

?injenice nemaju pristušpa u svijet u kojemu žive naša uvjerenja, one ta uvjerenja nisu stvorile, pa ih ne mogu ni razoriti. ?injenice mogu uvjerenjima nametnuti najpouzdanija opovrgnu?a, a da ne proizvedu ni najmanji u?inak, a kamoli da ih oslabe.

Tuo metu aš buvau ?simyl?j?s teatr?, žinoma, platoniška meile, nes t?vai dar niekad nebuvo leid? man tenai nueiti, ir tok? menk? tetur?jau supratim?, kas tai per malonumas, kad bemaž tik?jau, jog teatre kiekvienas ži?ri tartum pro stereoskop? ? dekoracijas, rodomas jam vienam, nors ir visai panašias ? t?kstan?ius kit?, kurias mato visi ži?rovai, tiktai kiekvienas atskirai.

But, just as we are devoid of that sense of direction with which certain birds are endowed, so we lack the sense of visibility as we lack that of distances, imagining as close the concerned attention of people who, on the contrary, never give us a thought, and not suspecting that during this same time we are the sole preoccupation of others.

Não advertia que aquele detalhe verdadeiro tinha ângulos que só podiam encaixar-se nos detalhes contíguos do fato verdadeiro de que imprudentemente o destacara e que, quaisquer que fossem os detalhes inventados entre os quais o colocasse, sempre revelariam, pela matéria excedente e os vazios não preenchidos, que não era ali o seu lugar.

Romanistas priver?ia mus per vien? valand? išgyventi vis? galim? džiaugsm? ir sielvart? audr?, kai tikrov?je praeit? met? metai, kol patirtume kai kuriuos iš j?, o stipriausieji mums taip ir neatsiskleist? niekados, nes randasi jie iš l?to ir mes negalime to suvokti.

O que chamamos nossa conduta permanece ignorado de nosso mais próximo vizinho; o que esquecemos haver dito, ou que até nunca dissemos, vai provocar hilaridade até num outro planeta, e a imagem que os outros formam de nossos gestos e atitudes tampouco se parece com a que nós próprios formamos, como um desenho, um decalque malfeito, e onde ora a um traço negro corresponde um espaço vazio, e a um branco, um contorno inexplicável.

How paradoxical it is to seek in reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory, which must inevitably lose the charm that comes to them from memory itself and from their not being apprehended by the senses. The reality that I had known no longer existed.

Reality is the cleverest of our enemies. It directs its attacks at those points in our heart where we were not expecting them, and where we had prepared no defense. Had Albertine been lying to her aunt then, when she said every day that she was going to the Buttes-Chaumont, or to me when she said that she had never been there?

I became at once a man, and did what all we grown men do when face to face with suffering and injustice; I preferred not to see them;

L'habitude de penser empêche parfois d'éprouver le réel, immunise contre lui, le fait paraître de la pensée encore.

it was the moment in which a sane man who is talking to a lunatic has not yet perceived that his companion is mad

But one reads the papers as one wants to with a bandage over one's eyes without trying to understand the facts, listening to the soothing words of the editor as to the words of one's mistress. We are beaten and happy because we believe ourselves unbeaten and victorious

A large part of what we believe to be true (and this applies even to our final conclusions) with a persistence equalled only by our sincerity, springs from an original misconception of our premisses.

This reaction from the disappointment which great works of art cause at first may in fact be attributed to a weakening of the initial impression or to the effort necessary to lay bare the truth—two hypotheses which recur in all important questions, questions about the truth of Art, of Reality, of the Immortality of the Soul; we must choose between them;

But the imagination goes beyond the reality in supposition.

A real human being, however profoundly we sympathize with him, is in large part perceived by our senses, that is to say, remains opaque to us, presents a dead weight which our sensibility cannot lift.

Perhaps the immobility of the things around us is imposed on them by our certainty that they are themselves and not others, by the immobility of our mind confronting them.