Quotes About Reality

Os físicos, assim como os arqueólogos, dão as costas para a verdade se ela representar uma mudança muito radical e veloz.

Everything in our world is a waveform (sometimes called pattern, or sine wave signature) or can even be seen as sound. All things — your bodies, planets, absolutely everything — are waveforms. If you choose this particular way of looking at Reality and superimpose that view over the reality of the harmonics of music (an aspect of sound), we can begin to talk about different dimensions.

you were to change the wavelength of your consciousness and in so doing change all your body patterns to a wavelength different from this universe, you would literally disappear out of this world and reappear in the one to which you were tuned.

A photograph of a woman crying tells me nothing about grief. Or a photograph of a woman ecstatic tells me nothing about ecstasy. What is the nature of these emotions? The problem with photography is that it only deals with appearances.

If you want revival, get right with God. If you are not prepared to bring the last piece, for God's sake stop talking about revival, your talking and praying is but the laughing-stock of devils. It is about time we got into the grips of reality. Are we thirsty?

Things are more like they are now than they ever were before.

If we are not careful, this false culture can dull our senses and lull us into a kind of trance, and we begin to exist in a nether world of attractive lies and half-truths.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.

Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing , at its highest level...A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

A world of made is not a world of born

Sometimes we fail to enjoy living in an Immanuel reality due to a distorted per 9 ception of God's character.

To geologists, it's death, taxes, and climate change that are the true constants of life on Earth.

My face is something between groteque and beautiful, Salai. It is something far less interesting; it is plain.

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

what time is it?its is by every star a different time,and each most falsely true ...

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

Because only the truest things always are true because they can't be true

the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left (and i refer to thinking)rests upon a dismal misconception;namely that some neither ape nor angel called a man is measured by his quote eye cue unquote.

Where most people live, most of us, imagining it to be the real sunlit world when it is only a cave lit by the flickering fires of illusion.

Somehow he had catapulted himself beyond the world's value system. But this very fact lay upon him an awesome responsibility to maintain the illusions of other men.

Consciousness without world is impossible, just as there is no sight without the light to see by. Is that your objection

I am thus led to the proposition that there is no fiction or nonfiction as we commonly understand the distinction: there is only narrative...A novel is a printed circuit through which flows the force of a reader's own life.

The images of things are not the things in themselves.