Quotes About Reality

Fairly reasonable people often expected everyone they knew to be fairly reasonable too, and were shocked when this proved not to be the case.

For one thing, the shows and serials were trying to communicate accurately with the viewer. As far as I could tell, real humans usually didn't know what the hell they were doing.

Technically the barge's hull was only partly existent in reality and therefore couldn't be torn open if it hit a rock. But Kai didn't want to end up arguing with a barge determined that it had been hulled and needed to sink; the canal was too deep for that.

They're academics, surveyors, researchers, not action-hero explorers from the serials I liked because they were unrealistic and not depressing and sordid like reality.

Che avrei dovuto fare? Ammazzare tutti gli umani perché quelli che erano a capo della sezione costrutti della compa- gnia erano dei senza cuore? Certo, le persone immaginarie del canale d'intrattenimento mi piacevano molto di più di quelle reali, ma non si poteva avere le une senza le altre.

know that's actually not a permanent solution and pretending bad things aren't happening is not a great survival strategy in the long run

Unless ART had decided to murder everybody in which case shit was going to get real.

It takes courage to be happy, you know-even when you keep moving. It takes guts to accept things as they really are and not blame life for being what it is.

Reality, with all its attendant complexities--i.e., other people--was inescapable...

The eerie, still, darkness was flickered and slivered by small receding flames, and was wrapped in the brown smell of burned beans and tobacco smoke and human sweat, and Kit had the sense that he was somehow simply a spectator to another side of reality – observing, listening.

You get the feeling that childhood does not last as long as it used to. Innocence gets harder to hold on to as the world gets older, as it accumulates more experience, more mileage and more blood on the tracks.

Every day, the dispensing of existence.... Its face is fierce and distant and ancient.

Meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.

Suicide is what everyone young thinks they'll do before they get old. But they hardly ever get round to it. They just don't want to commit themselves in that way. When you're young and you look ahead, time ends in mist at twenty-five. "Old won't happen to me", you say. But old does. Oh, old does. Old always gets you in the end.

The future could go this way, that way. The future's futures have never looked so rocky. Don't put money on it. Take my advice and stick to the present. It's the real stuff, the only stuff, it's all there is, the present, the panting present.

Everything seems fine until you're about 40. Then something is definitely beginning to go wrong. And you look in the mirror with your old habit of thinking, 'While I accept that everyone grows old and dies, it's a funny thing, but I'm an exception to that rule.'

Love might have expanded her. But we are not all of us going to get loved. We are not all of us going to get expanded.

My life looked good on paper - where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.

Mundus vult decipi. The world winks at dishonesty. The world does not call it dishonesty.

For Judaism, God is not a Kantian idea but an elementally present spiritual reality—neither something conceived by pure reason nor something postulated by practical reason, but emanating from the immediacy of existence as such, which religious man steadfastly confronts and nonreligious man evades.

True beings are lived in the present, the life of objects is lived in the past.

On a higher level we find fictions that men eagerly believe, regardless of the evidence, because they gratify some wish.

Mundus vult decipi: the world wants to be deceived. The truth is too complex and frightening; the taste for the truth is an acquired taste that few acquire. Not

Mundus vult decipi: the world wants to be deceived. The truth is too complex and frightening; the taste for the truth is an acquired taste that few acquire.