Quotes About Reality

Toxic relationships are crazy-making. In them, we question our truths and doubt our reality.

We typically think we're going to find the perfect mate who's going to solve all our problems and make our life perfect and that is just unrealistic. We fall in love with human beings, and human being have cracks and we actually love people for their vulnerability.

French mathematician Jacques Hadamard (1865–1963): "The shortest path between two truths in the real domain passes through the complex domain." I

After all, ... your eyes only see what your mind lets you believe.

This land does not go out of its way to provide happy endings

Who is to say where you are?' Mirkady asked lightly. 'Some say there is a different world for every story ever told or untold, that there is no such thing as the here and now, only the unfolding of infinite possibilities, all of them real in some place or other.' 'In which case,' Dwarmo said, vastly amused, 'there is no such thing as a mistake.

The criticism of religion disillusions man, so that he will think, act, and fashion his reality like a man who has discarded his illusions and regained his senses, so that he will move around himself as his own true Sun. Religion is only the illusory Sun which revolves around man as long as he does not revolve around himself.

Only in the detached from reality world of goofy Hollywood and modern academia could a mass murderer like Che Guevara be turned into something of a cult celebrity.

The artist does not ascribe to the natural form of appearance the same convincing significance as the realists who are his critics. He does not feel so intimately bound to that reality, because he cannot see in the formal products of nature the essence of the creative process. He is more concerned with formative powers than with formal products.

Salvation should be understood first and foremost as the appropriate relation of the human being, individually and collectively, to reality in its most comprehensive sense.

What dreams we have and how they fly Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that comes to cheer and bless; And how they whither, how they fade, The waning wealth, the jilting jade — The fame that for a moment gleams, Then flies forever, — dreams, ah — dreams!

A shark without teeth is just a mermaid.

True stories are full of holes. Life isn't a smooth freeway across a fruited plain. Life is a winding, pot-holed road, slick with oil, and studded with broken glass. It was one of Steve's laws. If a witness' testimony is too damn good, if there are no loose ends or contradictions, chances are his story is as phony as Donald Trump's hair.

A shark that can't bite is nothing but a mermaid.

Man is never so foolish as when he fools himself.

My desk was covered with little white telephone messages. Office confetti. You think the universe comes to a halt when you are locked into your own little world, but it doesn't. It goes on whether you're in trial or at war or under the surgeon's knife. Or dead.

the news is often accurate without being truthful.

Magna est veritas. Great is truth.

Sometimes the truth will not set you free. Sometimes it will send you away for life.

Wetiko doesn't objectively exist, and yet, at the same time, it is not merely our projection or imagination. Instead of an either/or universe, where phenomena like wetiko are either real or unreal, there is an area in between in which it is both/and--both real and unreal at the same time.

I don't get superheroes," she says, "if you could see through everything you'd see nothing at all.

Nothing recedes into the vanishing point of time's rear-view faster than the truth.

Pick up the world and turn it over, as Mama liked to say, and you won't find fair written anywhere on it.

That is one of the shocking things about a hospital: its leveling of you to your body's weakest link. The Ph.D. in Comp Lit, the years in Paris, the wall of books—you do not wear these badges on your johnny gown. No wonder I was forever giving our resumes to doctors and nurses, as if to beg them to see us for real, see what happy lives we had left at the border, which waited still like a dog on the front stoop.