Quotes About Reality

Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter -- to all these music gives voice, but in such a way that we are transported from the world of unrest to a world of peace, and see reality in a new way, as if we were sitting by a mountain lake and contemplating hills and woods and clouds in the tranquil and fathomless water.

The communications apparatus at headquarters was remarkable...It was possible to communicate directly with all important theaters of the war...They could be directed from Hitler's table in the situation room. The more fearful the situation, the greater was the gulf modern technology created between reality and fantasies with which the man at this table operated.

Tras el vivir y el soñar, está lo que más importa: despertar. ANTONIO MACHADO

What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.

She's a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don't come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.

It's stranger than every strangeness And the dreams of all the poets And the thoughts of all the philosophers, That things are really what they seem to be And there's nothing to understand.

If I knew I was going to die tomorrow, And Spring came the day after tomorrow, I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow. If that's its time, when else should it come? I like it that everything is real and everything is right; And I like that it would be like this even if I didn't like it. And so, if I die now, I die peacefully Because everything is real and everything is right.

Things don't have significance: they only have existence. Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

Everything's different from us. That's why everything exists.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside. But what is it, a row of trees? It's just trees. Row and the plural trees aren't things, they're names.

If science wants to be truthful, What science is more truthful than the science of things without science? I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lying Has a reality so real even my back feels it. I don't need reason — I have shoulderblades.

All beings exist and nothing else And that's why they're called beings

Something changed in part of reality — my knees and my hands. What science has knowledge for this? The blind man goes on his way and I don't make any more gestures. It's already not the same time, or the same people, or anything the same. This is being real.

Yes: I exist inside my body. I'm not carrying the sun and the moon in my pocket. I don't want to conquer worlds because I slept badly, And I don't want to eat the world for breakfast because I have a stomach. Indifferent? No: a son of the earth, who, if he jumps, it's wrong, A moment in the air that's not for us, And only happy when his feet hit the ground again, Pow! In reality where nothing's missing! (6/20/1919)

Olá, guardador de rebanhos, Aí à beira da estrada, Que te diz o vento que passa?' 'Que é vento, e que passa, E que já passou antes, E que passará depois. E a ti o que te diz?' 'Muita coisa mais do que isso, Fala-me de muitas outras coisas. De memórias e de saudades E de coisas que nunca foram.' 'Nunca ouviste passar o vento. O vento só fala do vento. O que lhe ouviste foi mentira, E a mentira está em ti.

It's not enough to open the window To see the fields and the river. It's also not enough to not be blind To see the trees and the flowers. It's also necessary to not have any philosophy at all. With philosophy there are no trees, there are only ideas. There's only each of us, like a wine-cellar. There's only a shut window and the world outside it; And a dream of what you could see if you opened the window, Which is never what you see when you open the window.

I was born subject like others to errors and defects, But never to the error of wanting to understand too much, Never to the error of wanting to understand only with the intellect.. Never to the defect of demanding of the World That it be anything that's not the World.

That thing over there was more there than it's there! Yes, sometimes I cry about the perfect body that doesn't exist. But the perfect body is the bodiest body there can be, And the rest are the dreams men have, The myopia of someone who doesn't look very much,

Sou um guardador de rebanhos O rebanho é os meus pensamentos E os meus pensamentos são todos sensações.

Ai de ti e de todos que levam a vida A querer inventar a máquina de fazer felicidade!

Y los líderes dicen en las pantallas que no es cierto, y que la vida siempre ha sido igual —igual de buena—allá, en la parte mejor del mejor mundo posible

Pero así es el mundo, inversamente proporcional a las necesidades y deseos de uno.

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.