Quotes About Reality

The world of maps is nice and flat and simple. It has areas for people and areas for monsters. What a shock it is to discover the world is round and the areas merge and nothing separates the monsters and ourselves; that we are all whirling around in space together and there isn't even a graceful way of falling off.

It didn't even seem ironic to him that he should be planning remarks about truth and justice when, in fact, his whole life had been a marathon race, with truth a few jumps ahead of him and justice a few jumps behind. He had never caught up with the one, and the other had never caught up with him.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.

I loved something I made up, something that's just as dead as Melly is. I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it. And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not. And I wouldn't see what he really was. I kept on loving the pretty clothes—and not him at all.

The challenge is quite formidable if you spell it out explicitly: artists must look at a three-dimensional scene with their two-dimensional retinas and then generate a two-dimensional painting that appears three-dimensional to viewers who look at it with their two-dimensional retinas.

The normal symbiotic phase marks the all-important phylogenetic capacity of the human being to invest the mother within a vague dual unity that forms the primal soil from which all subsequent human relationships form. The separation-individuation phase is characterized by a steady increase in awareness of the separateness of the self and the "other" which coincides with the origins of a sense of self, of true object relationship, and of awareness of a reality in the outside world.

Can we apply this expression to our own belief in the reality of God in our lives and our world? As

Of course it's the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.

The facts of life are conservative.

Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we shouldn't hope?" "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open!

Hope is the denial of reality. - Raistlin

Truth wasn't something you went out and found. It was wide and vast and deep and unending, and all you could hope to see was a tiny part of it. And to see that part and to mistake it for the whole was to make of Truth a lie.

And my eyes! I see through hourglass pupils and therefore I see time-as it affects all things. Even as I look at you now, Tanis," the mage whispered, "I see you dying, slowly, by inches. And so I see every living thing.

Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it.

I read somewhere that all this - the people, the animals, the mountains, the rivers - is just God dreaming. I wish he'd wake the fuck up.

looked out of her window at the road below and the glimpse of the Strand beyond. Buses and cars tore noisily by, and people jostled on the pavements. Life was down there, bustling and real: love, death, birth, misery and vice; and some joy, she supposed.

The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.

Only the most pleasant characters in this book are portraits of living people and the events here recorded unfortunately never took place.

However carefully a judge is protected by the experience and the logic of the law, there must be times -not many, I know, or we should have no judges- when the same frightful question must be answered. Not faced, you see, but answered. Every now and again he must have to say to himself, in effect, "Everyone agrees that this colour is black, and my reason tells me it is so, but on my soul, do I know?

Life wasn't a shadow. It was a beautiful, warm, many-voiced reality, full of omnibuses and orchestras and the smell of earth after rain.

Different versions of a true story

We believe what we want to believe." page 109