Quotes About Reality

there are an infinite number of divergent parallel universes. Every moment of your life you enter a new universe.

So anyway, the mind-boggling bit is that the theory hints that the entire universe is just two-dimensional information on a cosmological horizon and that everything we think we see in three dimensions is really as much an illusion as a 3D movie, and it could all be a simulation.

It can affect people—millionaires, people with good hair, happily married people, people who have just landed a promotion, people who can tap dance and do card tricks and strum a guitar, people who have no noticeable pores, people who exude happiness in their status updates—who seem, from the outside, to have no reason to be miserable.

The past was just the present that had died and the future would never exist anyway, because by the time we got to it, the future would have turned into the present. The present was all there was. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present was fickle. It could only be caught by letting go.

know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

So, you see? Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all.

You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it."' 'What's that? A quote?' I ask. 'Fitzgerald.

If you really want to live a life hard enough, you don't have to worry. You will stay there as if you have always been there. Because in one universe you have always been there. The book will never be returned, so to speak. It becomes less of a loan and more of a gift. The moment you decide you want that life, really want it, then everything that exists in your head now, including this Midnight Library, will eventually be a memory so vague and intangible it will hardly be there at all.

this collision between one's image of oneself and what one actually is is always very painful and there are two things you can do about it, you can meet the collision head-on and try and become what you really are or you can retreat and try to remain what you thought you were, which is a fantasy, in which you will certainly perish." —James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name

Leggere non è importante perché aiuta a trovare lavoro. È importante perché fornisce uno spazio per esistere al di là della realtà che ci è data.

The idea that you have one true love, that no one else will compare after they have gone. It's a sweet idea, but the reality is terror itself. To be faced with all those lonely years after. To exist when the point of you has gone.

People only see the truth if it is close enough to their reality.

It is quite a revelation to discover that the place you wanted to escape to is the exact same place you escaped from. That the prison wasn't the place, but the perspective

He said that in quantum physics every alternative possibility happens simultaneously. All at once. In the same place. Quantum superposition.

Nora wanted to live in a world where cruelty existed, but the only worlds she had available to her were worlds with humans in them.

if you see magic often enough it starts to look normal.

So, we must conclude that madness is sometimes a question of time, and sometimes of postcode.

So, I thought to myself as I walked away, this is what happens when you live on Earth. You crack. You hold reality in your hands until it burns and then you have to drop the plate.

Because if you believe in them as fact, you are saying the thing that every unpopular scientific breakthrough in history has said." "Which is what?" "That humans are not at the center of things.

Human beings, as a rule, simply don't accept things that don't fit their worldview.

It is the contemplation of absurd odds. We are all inside a dream that is real. We are the fires conjured from nothing. We exist out of near impossibility. And yet we exist.

it would have made things a lot easier if we understood there was no way of living that can immunise you against sadness. And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness. You can't have one without the other.

?i-a dat seama c? , oricât de sincer ai fi în via?? , oamenii v?d adev?rul doar dac? este suficient de aprope de realitatea lor.

What was reality? An objective truth? A collective illusion? A majority opinion? The product of historical understanding? A bream?