Quotes About Reality

your nervous system cannot tell the difference between a real experience and one that is vividly imagined.

Your nervous system cannot tell the difference between an imagined experience and a real experience. In either case, it reacts automatically to information that you give to it from your forebrain. Your nervous system reacts appropriately to what you think or imagine to be true.

You act, and feel, not according to what things are really like, but according to the image your mind holds of what they are like. You have certain mental images of yourself, your world, and the people around you, and you behave as though these images were the truth, the reality, rather than the things they represent.

A human being always acts and feels and performs in accordance with what he imagines to be true about himself and his environment. This is a basic and fundamental law of mind. It is the way we are built. When we see this law of mind graphically and dramatically demonstrated in a hypnotized subject, we are prone to think that there is something occult or supra-normal at work. Actually, what we are witnessing is the normal operating processes of the human brain and nervous system.

Your nervous system cannot tell the difference between an imagined experience and a real experience. In either case, it reacts automatically to information that you give to it from your forebrain.

Your nervous system reacts appropriately to what you think or imagine to be true.

create experience and control it, in the laboratory of our minds. Both experimental and clinical psychology have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the human nervous system cannot tell the difference between an actual experience and an experience imagined vividly and in detail.

You can be happier," I said, "by not adding your own opinion to the facts. It is a fact that you lost $200,000. It is your opinion that you are ruined and disgraced.

Both experimental and clinical psychology have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the human nervous system cannot tell the difference between an actual experience and an experience imagined vividly and in detail.

One has only to set a loved human being against the fact that we are all in peril all the time to get back a sense of proportion. What does anything matter compared to the reality of love and its span, so brief at best, maintained against such odds?

I guess I had all kinds of ideas about him, but they weren't really him, they were just what I made him in my head. The reality was not as attractive as the ideal.

ìIf one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

There's a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure truth.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true.

For the most part things never get built the way they were drawn.

marido? —Soy viuda. —Será de un fantasma encarnado, porque los otros días yo vi a Peyo caminando por la Plaza —interrumpió otra de las comadronas que esperaban en la oficina. —Para lo que sirve, mejor darlo por muerto —respondió la comadrona que entrevistaba. Rieron ambas.

Kasno je, sje?anja, uzalud se javljate, beskorisne su vaše nemo?ne utjehe i podsje?anja na ono što je moglo da bude, jer što nije bilo, nije ni moglo da bude. A uvijek izgleda lijepo ono što se nije ostvarilo. Vi ste varka koja ra?a nezadovoljstvo, varka koju ne mogu i ne želim da otjeram jer me razoružava i tihom tugom brani od patnje.

Oti?i ?u jednom. Kuda? Ma kuda. Kada? Nikada. ?im ?avo preciznosti došapne vrlo odre?ena pitanja, maštanje nestaje. Ostaje tuga. Ostaje život oko nas.

Sve je bilo mogu?e, a ništa se nije ostvarivalo.

Ne znam odakle je našla u meni sve te divne osobine o kojima nisam ni sanjao, niti sam želio da ih imam. Ali zašto bih kvario njenu naivnu sliku? Zašto joj ne bih izgledao tako kako me ona vidi? Bi?u njen ponos i zaštita, ovakav nikakav, podrža?u njenu vjeru u mene, jer joj je potrebna. Bi?u tobože snažni hrast nad njenom krhkom stabljikom. Izgleda da zaista sanjamo život.

Bila je druk?ija od njegove magli?aste vizije iz prvog susreta, stvarnija, bliža, odredjenija, ali time nije gubila ništa. Ona iz snova bila je mašta, magla njegovih zaludnih ?asova, i imala je nestalan oblik njegovih želja, a ova se nije mijenjala ni rasplinjavala. Stajala je pred njim uzdržana i gospodstvena, otkrivaju?i svakim svojim pokretom poneku osobinu koja je djelovala kao iznenadjenje

And what never happened always seems beautiful. You are a deception that gives birth to discontent, a deception that I cannot and do not wish to drive away, since it disarms me and protects me from suffering with a quiet grief.

He examined everything freely, I hesitated in front of many things. He destroyed but did not build, saying what was not, but not what was. And denial is convincing; it sets neither boundaries nor goals for itself. It strives toward nothing; it defends nothing. It is harder to defend something than to attack it, because everything that is made reality constantly wears down, constantly deviates from the initial idea.

The earth is uninhabitable, like the moon, and we only delude ourselves thinking that it's our true home, since we have no other place to go. The earth is good for those who are irrational or invulnerable.