Quotes About Reality

While our expectations for the future are all that really keep us going, the failure of those expectations is the source of all our sadness.

Later, once they had returned to Boston and gained some perspective, she would see that this was part and parcel of extremist thought the world over: the heaping on of selective trivia that only a computer could fact-check in real time, the raw accumulation of unverifiable anecdote that could create a new reality.

Or maybe her smile has nothing to do with me, and I'm not really the center of the universe. Unlikely, but possible.

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without suger-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

Wie pani, czasem mam wra?enie, ?e ?yjemy w ?wiecie, który sobie wymy?lamy. Ustalamy sobie, co jest dobre, a co nie, rysujemy mapy znacze?... A potem ca?e ?ycie zmagamy si? z tym, co?my sobie wykoncypowali. Problem polega na tym, ?e ka?dy ma swoj? wersj?, i dlatego tak trudno jest si? ludziom dogada?.

In a certain sense this was true, and truth is always true in a certain sense;

Ludzie my?l?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? zwierz?ta, ni? rosliny, a tym bardziej - ni? rzeczy. Zwierzeta przeczuwaj?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? ro?liny i rzeczy. Ro?liny ?ni?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? rzeczy. A rzeczy trwaj?, i to trwanie jest bardziej ?yciem ni? cokolwiek innego.

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without sugar-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

In reality, movement doesn't exist. Like the turtle in Zeno's paradox, we're heading nowhere, if anything we're simply wandering into the interior of a moment, and there is no end, nor any destination.

You know what, sometimes it seems to me we're living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves . . . And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.

Gdyby umie? spojrze? tak, jak Jenta to widzi, zobaczy?oby si?, ?e w istocie ?wiat sk?ada si? ze s?ów, które raz powiedziane, roszcz? sobie odt?d pretensje do wszelkiego porz?dku i wszystko wydaje si? dzia? pod ich dyktando, wszystko im podlega.

The truth is terrible: describing is destroying.

On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it's plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.

Držim, naime, da je ljudska psiha stvorena da nas obrani od sagledavanja istine. Da nam ne dopusti izravno sagledati mehanizam. Psiha je naš obrambeni sustav - skrbi za to da nikada ne pojmimo ono što nas okružuje. Bavi se uglavnom filtriranjem obavijesti i pored toga što su mogu?nosti našeg mozga goleme. Jer to se znanje ne bi moglo podnijeti. Svaki se pa i najmanji djeli? svijeta sastoji od patnje." str. 219.

Reality has grown old and gone senile; after all, it is definitely subject to the same laws as every living organism—it ages.

je?eli kto? zaczyna zdanie od s?owa "zawsze", to znaczy, ze straci? kontakt ze ?wiatem, i ?e mówi o sobie

In a way, people like her, who wield a pen, can be dangerous. At once a suspicion of fakery springs to mind - that such a Person is not him or herself, but an eye that's constantly watching, and whatever it sees it changes into sentences; in the process it strips reality of its most essential quality - its inexpressibility.

Learning intuitively, we will immediately notice the deterministic necessity of the existence of all things. Everything that is necessary cannot be otherwise.

In a way, people like her, those who wield a pen, can be dangerous. At once a suspicion of fakery springs to mind – that such a Person is not him or herself, but an eye that's constantly watching, and whatever it sees it changes into sentences; in the process it strips reality of its most essential quality – its inexpressibility.

?wiat si? sko?czy?, cho? zatrzyma? pozory trwania. Tak wygl?da prawdziwy koniec.

You know what, sometimes it seems to me we're living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves . . . And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other." There was some truth in

Cz?owiek, którego widzisz, nie dlatego istnieje, ?e go widzisz, ale dlatego, ?e to on na ciebie patrzy.

we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves . . . And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.

You Know what, sometimes it seems to me we've living in a world that fabricate for ourselves. We decide what's good and what isn't, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves...And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problems is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other