Quotes About Reality

Some might question whether it makes sense to talk about setting up the experiment and running it again with exactly the same conditions--that it is, in fact, impossible. Locally, you might get the conditions exactly the same, but you have to embed the experiment in the universe, and that has moved on. You can't rewind the wave function of the universe and rerun it. The universe is a one-time-only experiment that includes us as part of its wave function, and there's no going back.

You don't have any need for a creator. Quantum fluctuations mean that we are seeing something appearing from nothing all the time.

But believing something to be true has nothing to do with whether it is true.

When tradition is thought to state the way things really are, it becomes the director and judge of our lives; we are, in effect, imprisoned by it. On the other hand, tradition can be understood as a pointer to that which is beyond tradition: the sacred. Then it functions not as a prison but as a lens.

And if the liberal media and political community cannot accept that sometimes the wrong people get killed in war, then I can only suggest they first grow up and then serve a short stint up in the Hindu Kush.

One day I'm not gonna be here. Then it's gonna be you two, by yourselves, and I want you to understand how rough and unfair this world is. I want you both prepared for whatever the hell might come your way.

Bobby was a hero, and so were Luisa and Val and all the rest of them. But it's only in movies that heroes get to count on the big moment of glorious sacrifice. Real life is messier than that.

So why can't we see people?" "Because they're there, and we're here. They're creating the sound, we're living in the echo. There are drivers in the cars and clerks in the stores and ladies walking dogs. Living people, doing their thing. Totally unaware that at the same moment, us dead folks are walking through an echo of their world." Brody tried to picture it, an overlap of the real and the invisible.

In a minor way it was, he suspected, like Machu Picchu, or the Great Pyramid—a place you always forgot you'd never have to yourself. People imagined visiting them alone, climbing the steps in quiet contemplation of the past. They forgot about the stalls selling T-shirts and kebabs, forgot the tour buses of sunburned Americans, forgot velvet ropes and security guards.

People don't want the truth, not really. They want safe lives and nice electronics and full fridges." He

People don't want the truth, not really. They want safe lives and nice electronics and full fridges.

everyone had their own reality, and yours was just one version.

He hadn't really known them, and like most people, he was just solipsistic enough to not truly believe they existed when he wasn't there. We're all background characters in someone else's movie. Maybe

Maybe the problem is that no one is telling the truth about it. Maybe if there were more facts and fewer agendas, none of this would be happening.

Truth is a slippery concept." "No, the great thing about the truth is that it's true.

The world worked because people agreed to believe it worked.

It's like the parable about a man who dreamed he was a butterfly. When he woke, he couldn't be sure that he wasn't a butterfly dreaming he was a man. And

Reminded you that everyone had their own reality, and yours was just one version.

No, the great thing about the truth is that it's true.

People think I have so much faith in myself, but I have none. I have no faith in myself, or in what I can do, and yet people think I can do anything I want. That's how I seem, but it's an illusion. It's an act, nothing more.

To see yourself on camera is not a natural thing, a thing no normal person is comfortable with; for it shows us as others see us, not as who we believe we really are.

It was like a new kind of vision, seeing with eyes as keen as scalpel blades, that cut away desires and emotions and wishful thinking and left only what was fact.

Yet every writer worth a good-god damn knows this too, for it is graven into each of us: no one cares for beauty. Not in fiction. Not on its own, not pure, untroubled beauty; not in fiction. [...] For here is the only real difference between the life of reality and the life of fiction. Fiction only works when the beauty is tainted by pain. For fiction is not about life; it's about the troubles of life.

Anything that might occur in 'story-time' could ultimately not be stranger than the utter oddity of the 'real-world.