Quotes About Reality

God, what is our life! An eternal discord between dream and reality!

Everything is deception, everything is a dream, everything is not what it seems to be!

I jadni mladi? zaklanjao bi lice rukama i ko zna koliko bi puta u svome životu poslije toga uzdrhtao, vide?i koliko je mnogo okrutne grubosti sakriveno u prefinjenim i ugla?enim ljudima i, bože, ?ak i u onom ?ovjeku koga društvo smatra plemenitim i ?estitim...

So he had been sleeping! God, what a dream! And why wake up? why not wait one more moment: she surely would have appeared again! The unpleasant and wan light of vexatious day showed in his windows. Such gray, such dingy disorder in his room … Oh, how repulsive reality is! What is it compared with dreams?

Com'è ripugnante la realtà! Che cosa è in confronto al sogno?

By watching him, one could verify the truthfulness of Francis Bacon's statement about people who, thanks to their inclination toward philosophy, became veritable owls who could only see in the darkness of their own conclusion and remained blind in the light of reality, particularly when it came to seeing the obvious.

A vida, porém, é tão boa, e tanto se quer viver, e a vida tanto nos seduz que chega a girar e girar algo diante de nossos olhos...

Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.

Every man first wish is if all wishes will be reality

You can run away from all life responsibilities but can't hide from mistakes.

Nothing in life unfolds the way you think it will, does it?

He was starting to think that consciousness wasn't some lighthouse of self-knowing but merely a little cave where you made up stories about yourself, whatever it took to hide the shit and the slime, the utter mollusk you were in your deepest nature. He wondered what was down there, under the shit, what kind of bedrock he might strike. Take

It was a kind of sin, certainly, to forget—but it was not easy to remember, especially when names changed, languages changed. A century-old name held that century; when replaced, a hundred years were wiped out at one stroke. Amnesia set it; reality itself, being metamorphic, was affected.

He saw clearly, immediately, that the man didn't care about the gift's value, didn't care about the gift even, but cared profoundly for the act of receiving as though the gift were a tribute, a confirmation of his self, his being, his reality. He found no pleasure in what he was taking but in the act of taking itself.

The mind is what it thinks. To make it true, think true.

Whatever you forget, is not the truth, always remember that.

All depends on you. It is by your consent that the world exists. Withdraw your belief in its reality and it will dissolve like a dream. Time can bring down mountains; much more you, who are the timeless source of time. For without memory and expectation there can be no time.

And spirituality or what you call "religion" is mainly to understand this: that you don't require anything, you are a part of the totality, or reality.

The man who carries a parcel is anxious not to lose it -- he is parcel-conscious. The man who cherishes the feeling 'I am' is self-conscious. The jnani holds on to nothing and cannot be said to be conscious. And yet he is not unconscious. He is the very heart of awareness. We call him digambara clothed in space, the Naked One, beyond all appearance. There is no name and shape under which he may be said to exist, yet he is the only one that truly is.

In the great mirror of consciousness, images arise and disappear and only memory gives them continuity. And memory is material - destructible, perishable, transient. On such flimsy foundations we build a sense of personal existence - vague, intermittent, dreamlike. This vague persuasion, "I am so-and-so," obscures the changeless state of pure awareness and makes us believe that we are born to suffer and to die.

If you take people to be what they think themselves to be, you will only hurt them as they hurt themselves so grievously all the time. But if you see them as they are in reality, it will do them enormous good.

Things are as they are and nobody in particular is responsible. The idea of personal responsibility comes from the illusion of agency.

In reality, nothing happens. Onto the screen of the mind, destiny forever projects its pictures, memories of former projections, and thus illusion constantly renews itself. The pictures come and go - light intercepted by ignorance. See the light and disregard the picture.

In reality there are no persons, only threads of memories and habits. At the moment of realization, the person ceases.