Quotes About Reality

Bravo, ma per te sarà come un gioco, sarà come i ragazzini quando giocano a far gli indiani: farai l'indiano, ma i veri indiani siamo noialtri, veri operai e veri disoccupati; tu sarai sempre un indiano finto, ci avrai sempre papà con i suoi magazzini, di riserva, per tenerti su il morale, anche se, per puntiglio, ti lascerai morire di fame e il morale, nella disoccupazione, è tutto, bello mio.

Giovanotto è inutile che si arrampichi... qui è tutta pianura.

Come doveva essere bello il mondo", quando la vita non era come ora ridicola, ma tragica e si moriva, e si uccideva, e si odiava, e di amava sul serio, e si versavano vere lacrime per vere sciagure, e tutti gli uomini erano fatti di carne ed ossa e attaccati alla realtà come alberi alla terra.

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who are dreamers and those who are being dreamed.

We come to realize that the universe mirrors back to us perfectly our beliefs, our intentions, our sincerity. What is is the product of the map of reality you carry inside you. If you want to change your experience, you need to change the map.

The Earthkeepers believe that the world is real, but only because we've dreamed it into being. But dreaming requires an act of courage, for when we lack it, we have to settle for the world that's being created by our culture or by our genes - we feel we have to settle for the nightmare. To dream courageously, we must be willing to use our hearts.

The dreamtime infuses all matter and energy, connecting every creature, every rock, every star, and every ray of light or bit of cosmic dust. The power to dream, then, is the power to participate in creation itself. Dreaming reality is not only an ability but a duty, one all humans must perform with grace so that our grandchildren will inherit a world where they can live in peace and abundance.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world. — Buddha

Death: the only true emotion felt in an apathetic world

There will always be pigeons in books and in museums, but these are effigies and images, dead to all hardships and to all delights. Book-pigeons cannot dive out of a cloud to make the deer run for cover, or clap their wings in thunderous applause of mast-laden woods. Book-pigeons cannot breakfast on new-mown wheat in Minnesota, and dine on blueberries in Canada. They know no urge of seasons; they feel no kiss of sun, no lash of wind and weather. They live forever by not living at all.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumour.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.

Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.

People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.

An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.

We are living now, not in the delicious intoxication induced by the early successes of science, but in a rather grisly morning-after, when it has become apparent that what triumphant science has done hitherto is to improve the means for achieving unimproved or actually deteriorated ends.

You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad.

I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.

I've often thought that there isn't any "I" at all; that we are simply the means of expression of something else; that when we think we are ourselves, we are simply the victims of a delusion.

Paganism is wholesome because it faces the facts of life....

escribes poemas porque necesitas un lugar en donde sea lo que no es

Siempre estuve enamorada de gente que no existe y aquí estás vos, hoy…». «Amas en mí a alguien que no existe»,

8 y 1/2 h. Mi cuerpo no quiere levantarse, sino seguir durmiendo. Entreabro los ojos, aspirando los objetos de la habitación. Los cierro de nuevo, suspirando. ¡Cuántas cosas pierdo! ¡Cuántas sensaciones, vivencias, aprendizajes! ¡Todo por morir un poco más! ¡Todo por vivir menos, en ésta, mi dolorosa e irreal realidad!

Sometimes we suffer too much reality in the space of a single night.